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3rd pov;

The light in your eyes starts to fade away as the days pass by. Will you cry for yesterday? Or will you run away and strengthen up your feelings?

The simple answer for Elena was; she would run away and pour the feelings in. Those little bottled up emotions gave her strength as she fought with them.

It was her against the whole world.

It was better to die off alone.

The mental sickness caused by those voices led her to take her own life once.

The twelve year old girl who was supposed to live happily was dreading to go outside and face the wedding of her non-existent mother.

Today was the day they all were going to become a family. But for her, the word---family, was just a facade.

Mere fakeness.

The lies, she was told by him seemed to become true today.

Standing infront of the mirror, she checked herself for the hundredth time. A violet knee length dress descended down, pairing it with the same colored pumps. She wore her hair down, blackish brown and long. For the secondth t