WITHOUT A HOME WHO COULD EVER LOVE ME? Her body lay there almost lifeless under the thick darkness of the night sky. The box in her arms, was the only thing she owned and the only thing in her possession of any value. Even her own life was less than what the box held. The eerie light of the streetlamp illuminated the ground around the fountain. Still, even in the afternoon before, not a single soul would approach or talk to her. She felt as if she waited for the perfect moment, the perfect person. It had been a few hours since she last visited her god's shrine and spoke to her god. She would return later that night perhaps to have another word with them. Still, even if the candles she found lit up the dark, it would never be enough to keep her warm. She would waste her own energy just trying to light them. So she wouldn't bother. She would hold them within the box she held. She would keep everything she needed in the single case. The sky would be a great darkness. but to her luck, there was not a single light gust or breeze. Perhaps she would survive. Here, she would have to make do with the life she was dealt with. It was her own fate. Today was the start of her upbringing. But still, her mind would wander about what she could have done to save her family, her heritage. She had to stay strong , for them. The suffering of one cold dark night alone in a park would be nothing compared to the torture of their village. She needed to find a hope. |
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