A Soul, Yet To Bloom.

Yet To Bloom

The sunlight penetrated through the glass of the window of a dark gloomy room and
touched her skin like flames. She was sitting on the wood-look lines in the corner of the room while resting her head
on her knees. Her tears were streaming down her face as if she just got a piece of a
horrific news. She did not even make the effort to wipe off her tears, she just
wanted to cry her heart out, she felt at peace as her tears were the only way to distract her from the worldly pain -- a weird way to feel better, but just like everyone else she had her own way of letting her frustration out -- crying was her only escape apart from sleeping, crying has never been a sign of weakness, rather you need to be strong enough to let your tears pour down your face and make your heart feel at pace.
Before she could continue further, she heard someone’s footsteps suddenly coming towards her door.
“Lilly come downstairs and have breakfast with us.”, her mother ordered her while
knocking on the door.
She did not want to show her mother how devastated she was and how much she needed someone to understand her, to let her be her innermost self.
“I am not hungry,”,
she responded calmly, “I will have it later.”
Her mother didn't question her further as she somewhat knew what she was going through, however she left her on her own in her room.
Lilly truly wanted to pour her heart out to someone
who could deeply feel her emotions. She knew her mother was the only person
who would understand that, nevertheless, she decided to stay inside her room away from the
world --- which was meant to be a peaceful place until people preferred their ego over others emotions.
As she noticed that her mother left, she stood up to take out a journal and her favorite pen that was gifted by
her best friend from the drawer. Penning down her feelings was a better option for
her at that exact moment because writing was like a therapy that could nourish her soul
and inspire her to hope for a better day. Initially she struggled to pen down what she was going through, eventually she understood her worth and decided to encourage herself,
“Lilly..
oh my dear Lilly, you know that you do not deserve to be in this state, stop making it worse, stop feeling guilty or hopeless, everything is going to happen according to the way
it has been planned, you do not have to stress over and over again, life is testing
you at the moment. I know, lately, it has been so difficult for you to walk around
with a smile, which you only knew was fake. It must have been hard crying all
night and waking up wishing to see a change along with a light at the end of the tunnel,
but you will surely see a beautiful rainbow right after the rain. You might face
thunders and lighting which might make you feel weak, simply remember
that we human beings would not have looked forward to another day without hope. Hope is what makes us
want to wake up every morning and wish to see a change. It will surely take some
time, but you will find your way. So, stop overthinking, nothing will
ruin your present as much as overthinking would, Overthinking is a disease, you
might regret putting yourself in this state, but you cannot help. Nothing comes easy, because nothing in life id a piece of cake, but always have patience and you will see yourself living the best days of your life.
You are Lily, you will learn how to grow and go through difficulties because your soul is meant bloom like a flower.”
A teardrop fell right on the page before she could conclude it with her favorite
quote by Najwa Zebian, “These mountains that you are carrying, you were only
supposed to climb.”
She always understood the real meaning behind these words more than anyone else, they words felt like they were written especially for her, she was tranquil to see how someone far across the seven seas could understand her without even approaching her personally, this made her comprehend the power of writing, it was exactly like magic where a writer whom you've never met could fill a paper with how you felt and that fascinated her the most -- before she could keep her journal back to it's respective place, she took a piece of napkin to wipe away her tears, wore her favorite shade of
lipstick, and left her room with an unreal smile to conquer the world. Just like any
other day, she had a slight hope to see a life-changing miracle.

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thank you so much for reading and coming so far, I hope y'all are happy with it and could relate to Lilly's character as an individual.
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