>>Andrew (Four Years ago) “I want this baby gone.” Angela’s sudden statement made me look at her with a shock filled expression.We both sat at the cafe near my university having coffee. I thought it was going to be a small date between us but she brought an unexpected third party along. “Angela, what are you even saying?” I sipped my coffee while she sat in front of me with her arms crossed. “I’m serious,” She said with one leg on top of the other, “This kid is changing her.” “That’s a good thing.” I said, “If Hazel’s happy

>> Andrew (Present) “I didn’t meet with her after that, we didn’t even talk or text each other.” I took a deep breath, “I was so ashamed of myself and more than that I was scared. The guilt was consuming me day by day and for a few days, I couldn’t even bring myself to leave my room.” I glanced at Hazel who sat still in her place, as if she was paused there, “And ah-” I continued, “Shortly after, I heard about Angela’s death.” I gulped, “She died in an accident.” I nodded my head as the memory resurfaced in my mind, “That’s it. That’s my side of the story.” I pursed my lips together tightly as I closed my eyes after I was done speaking and then clenched my fists

To come so far only to be disappointed, It makes you feel like everything was a waste, right? It makes your entire being fall into misery, right?But here is where lies the most important decision  Do you just let everything go and fall?OrDo you keep going? The feelings of despair overwhelm you and perhaps you really don’t have an ounce of motivation left to walk further, But, Does it not cross your mind, that if you keep going, maybe you’ll find something more? 

>>Hazel (9 years old) The early part of my life was pretty normal. The most average and ordinary it could be, it was. Well, at least for me. My father worked an office job while my mother was a house-wife. I also had a sister but she lived in the countryside with my grandparents. As a kid I couldn’t really understand why we both couldn’t live together with our parents and I often asked my mom about it. The answer she gave me was short and precise, “Baby,” She would say, “Once your dad gets a better job Angela will move in with us.” For some reason, her answer was always the same. Why did he have to get a better job for us to live together? I didn’t quite understand tha

>>Hazel  I watched her as her body swayed slightly in the middle of air with the help of the rope that was around her neck.I looked further up to see that the other end was tied to the ceiling fan, which too was moving due to the influence of the weight. I blinked in confusion as I stood there with my mouth open. Today, she wasn’t wearing a long skirt that reached till her ankles or a full sleeved shirt. Rather, she wore a pretty white dress with ¼ length sleeves and the helm of which reached her knees. With her skin finally exposed, I could see blue and black bruises clearly on her but that didn’t surprise me.I knew where they came from. B