Prologue
" It was the best of the times, It was the worst of times”
-A Tale of Two Cities
It was the same for her.
Conflict of all alternate emotions- survival or death, hope or defeat, mourning, or holding up.
It may be her lowest point but it gave her the strength to leave it all behind and get back on her feet.
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She lay crumbling down the floor.
She didn’t know whether it was the road or ground of the cemetery. Nor did she care!
What exactly were a world without colors, a ship without an anchor, and a life without a “life”.
Nothing!
And that was exactly what she felt this exact moment, Nothing!
Maybe her emotions had died or all the tears had washed them away.
She didn’t know nor it was the time to ponder about all these things.
It just took one fateful night and her whole world came crashing down.
The thunderous sky was mocking at her and the rain enjoying her misery.
There came another rumble and a round of heavy downpour.
But maybe it was for the best; for it subdued all the noises inside her heart.
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She never knew a perfect life but her life was “good”,
-Loving parents, a warm home, and friends.
But where were they all now?
Her nasty fate had played a cruel joke and took all that was ‘hers’ away.
All that was left was an empty shell, a ′ house’ and scars.
