Chapter twenty one~ Nightbeams

Just like the moon

We must go through an empty phase

To become full again

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There was nothing beautiful about the life she lived. Her life was a haiku of ugly changes and she had lost hope at the time she needed it more. There was nothing to cheer her on and no shoulders to cry on. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if one could rip out her heart and see the river of tears and pain it withheld since the day she lost her sister.

She automatically shut everyone from her life. Not crying. Not speaking. Not eating. Not doing anything. It was so alarming that some people thought she'd commit suicide soon and till this day, it marveled her, how she had been able to survive till this very moment.

Could it be that somehow, somewhere deep down in her being. In the secrecy of her heart, she was living by hope. The hopes of things going back to how it was before and maybe with the hopes that there was really something called time travelling and if there was, she'd go back to her twelve year old