PROLOGUE
The lonely mountains are in themselves too beautiful to be left alone. They stand there telling you something....... Stories oh so many stories. Standing at a place from many millenniums........ Seeing every thing...... Hearing everything......... Knowing everything......... They are waiting to tell you what they know. Many secrets, heartbreaks, out worldly love and many more are growing in its womb.
The deep valleys have heard many confessions of love, pain, heart wrenching sorrows......, have seen many new beginnings ,....... many falling apart even before they started ............
Listening to the screaming silence occasionally destrupted by the howling winds in the dead of night , I am here to start a new story for someone and to end other..........
As I walked into the dead of night leaving behind I had once dreamed of , I could feel his eyes on me, the way I could always feel his eyes on me. Tears ran down my face unabashed, but I didn't move to wipe them away. I had earned those tears, and I would wear them as a symbol of everything I had been through. They represented all the pain I had suffered, the love I felt, and the ocean of loss sweeping through my soul. I had finally learned to obey and never looked back.
Hi guys this is my first story and I really hope that you all are enjoying it.
Wow. Beautiful. You are so talented.