The Birdcage [short story]

THE BIRDCAGE

I find my way through the nearly unlit corridor into my bedroom. The one with the winered carpet, the one where your prison lies.
Going forth to look at the small birdcage I can see the beautiful rainbow-colored hummingbird inside.
"Aren't you cold?", I ask him silently and hug the cold metal cage with my skinny arms.
But you keep looking at me with those longing eyes. I know exactly what you want. And it's so easy to achieve.
I smile.
"It's been five years already, hasn't it?"
There's no way you can manage to answer.
But I. I open the entrance of the cage and the hummingbird's colors seen color the whole room. He finds the exit. Escapes.
It was so wrong to keep him. On the other hand the room is so empty without your beauty.
"Was it really worth all this?", asks my mind.
I take the cage from the ceiling and rub my fingers against each other, trying to get over the lingering coldness you left.
"Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself."