prologue
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It's my first time writing something
In a dimly lit room, its walls cloaked in shadows, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere. The only source of light is a faint, flickering lamp in the corner, casting a weak and intermittent glow that fails to dispel the darkness. In the center of the room, a girl is huddled on the floor, her body trembling as she cries uncontrollably. Her tears, like silent pearls, streak her pale cheeks, glistening in the meager light.
The girl’s clothing is tattered and disheveled, reflecting her state of despair. Her eyes, red and swollen from hours of weeping, are fixed on the floor as if seeking solace from its cold, unyielding surface. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, visible in the chill that pervades the room. The cold seems to cling to her, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud, amplifying her sense of isolation.
Around her, the room is empty, devoid of any comfort or warmth. The furniture is sparse and worn, contributing to the overall bleakness. There’s a sense of abandonment in the air, a profound silence that amplifies her loneliness. The walls, barren and cracked, seem to close in on her, accentuating her feeling of entrapment.e
The girl’s anguish is not just physical but deeply emotional. Her heartache is palpable, the result of a profound betrayal by those she once trusted the most—her own parents. This betrayal has eroded her trust and hope, leaving her with a profound sense of desolation. Her emotional suffering is etched into every line of her face, the weight of her despair visible in her eyes.
Lucia(Fl)
Why did you do this sister
Lucia(Fl)
I Loved you, I trusted you
Lucia(Fl)
But what you gave me was betrayal
note: **means action
'' means thinking
Comments
Gaara
I can't wait to read more from this author! 🙌
2025-02-06
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