"There's barely enough time to love in a lifetime, please don't give it all away to pain," his words were gentle, yet slightly pleading as his hand trailed down my cheek.
"But what if the pain has already consumed me?"
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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐌𝐲𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞
NOVA
I had always loved flowers and birds; loved the sunlight and the clouds that drifted by. I loved the way that leaves moved in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they made like they held the secrets of the world. I always just loved nature, but I envied it because nature was free and I was not.
Spring was always one of my favourite seasons, it symbolised hope and rebirth and I always wished I would be lucky enough to feel its cheerful effects but I never did.
The tiredness that settled in a while ago remained like a veil over my skin, grey and cold, and as I watched the clock tick by and the rain drip from my windowpane, I remembered once again that I would never know true freedom.
I was condemned to this hell. Condemned to stay here in the cold, uncomfortably numb.
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June 11th, 2021
Dear Someone,
I've been here less than a week and it feels like eternity. I didn't think life could get any worse, but I was severely wrong about that one. I'm trying to remain hopeful; I know that's what Laura would want me to do... But it's hard. It's hard because I'm around people that send me into a pit, a pit I've been avoiding for a long time.
I know all will be well though. I'm not supposed to be here, and someone will eventually notice I've gone missing. I was hoping they would have noticed sooner than this but I still have hope, I won't lose my hope.
Nova.
June 19th, 2021
Dear Someone,
It's been two weeks. I'm still holding on; I mean, I have nothing else to do here. This is the only thing I have to look forward to each week, writing to you.
This place is starting to take a toll on me. I don't think it's helping that the only memories I have are negative ones. As soon as I get out of here, I'm making new memories. That's the promise I've made myself.
I thought someone would have turned up by now, with some paperwork proving that I wasn't supposed to be admitted, but there's been no luck so far. Dr Jeong was the only one who knew about me and it doesn't seem like he's too bothered in saving me.
There's still hope for next week!
Nova.
June 24th, 2021
Dear Someone,
I'm not doing so well. I've got a new psychiatrist and it's a male this time, I'm truly frightened of him.
