She sat in a corner, feeling lifeless. Fed up with the world. Blade in one hand, and the other hand bleeding rapidly, showing no sign of stopping. Her tear stained face gazed blankly at the picture of the love of her life, who had hurted her, ignored her, mistreated her. On the table was the picture of her parents, dead long time back when she was just four. No friends, all alone. No strength to trust anyone now. Gazing at the river from her window, during dawn. Thinking about her past, her failures, and the feeling of loneliness gradually creeping deep inside her soul. She wanted to end it all. Forever. She takes a knife. She's about to cut her throat when she stops.For she sees a beautiful sight. The sun was rising. Birds were flying in the sky. The leaves of trees moving silently with the wind, whispering to each other. The sky getting brighter and brighter. And it inspires her. Gives her some hope. Hope, for a new beginning. For a new life. So, she controls her tears, washes her face, cleans her wounds caused by the blade and decides to move on. To go out in the world and make a living. Because she has trust on herself, and she knows she can do it. She regains her confidence. And here she is, sitting on the terrace sipping on a cup of coffee, smiling at the old, happy memories of her love, and laughing a tremendous laugh over their jokes. She's smiling because it happened, and is feeling beautiful from inside. Because she has become mature. Because, she has changed from a mere girl to a brave woman!
You You are the weather I want for eternity, You are the breeze that is always serenaded, You are an epiphany... You are the moonlight I always want to sink in and make it seep through my skin and bones and beyond. You are the rain that lets me float away in ecstasy Yes, you are the rain; the first drop– slight shiver And then it pours like a hurricane, and floods every inch of me And beautifies me, makes me glowing, radiant, gregarious, amorous... Oh, when did you become an ocean and drown me in you for perpetuity? You are the truest, purest, bona fide reflection of me, a mirror... But you are also a downpour, that becomes a vehement thunderstorm and rips apart the nests sitting peacefully on the trees. You are the face of intimacy that makes me florid You are that touch that gently caresses the locks and tangles that make my hair and make me shiver and tremble, like I just got an overdose of a current or something You are the eyes that fall on every crevice of my hea...
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