Such a weird, catastrophic feeling. No one seemed to see the tears rolling down and no one seemed to hear the loud scream of the agony pain. She stood there in the middle of the road, yet not a soul paid any attention to her. Anxiety filled her expression and slowly turned to despair.
Does fate really allow for someone to feel this lonely?
She half-carried and half-dragged her little feet to the edge of the road. With each movement, every nightmare in her life flashed by.
The vision of her step-father coming into her room at night when she was 8 years old.
The physical fight between her mother and her then-boyfriend... and her mother lying dead on the kitchen floor, bathed in red with her shocked, wide-open eyes.
The sweet promises of her career to create network with powerful & influenced people... resulted pieces of worthless money to be thrown back to her on the crisp, white sheets.
How much can a person take? How long can a person survive? She is exhausted, not from her black life but from trying to find the answers to the questions. Oh and all the faith she has in the world... surprisingly it stands strong amidst of all that has happened.
A bright light flashed by. A loud noise.
She was lying on the road.
A gentle touch. She was convinced she is in heaven.
Murmurs of words that sounds like gibberish. She didn't want to let go. She has not been touched like that, filled with care, for a very long time. So she held on, tightly.
And then, it was black.
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His head was hanging down. Everything around him was a blur impression by an artist. His heavy heart prayed non-stop for the vulnerable figure in front of him. Professionals in white uniform and soft-rubber shoes walked past by and ignored the man. Only one thing that disturbed him. The smell. The one particular smell that hinders him from moving forward in life. He sighed deeply.
The figure on the bed stirred. Instantly, he looked up with a curious expression and slowly inched towards the movement.
-to be continued-
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