Preface

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Death.

A word so simple to enunciate and yet owing the power to slash through someone's salvations. It had never felt like the option to stay alive had so much in itself as when it did at the stroke of this standpoint. All the struggle and the petrified nights were a fallacy now.

It made sense why life mattered. Why the days spent sorrowfully and withering away were still better than remaining at the mercy of a knifepoint that could subdue her barely lived life. Those days were better. Those days were good.

Because she always had a choice to hope. To hope for better things. To eat better food. To sing happier songs and maybe laugh harder than the rest.

She would have to leave all those dreams behind and give into something that could be more painful than all the bruises on her skin and that was a terrible thought with every passing minute.

What were the odds of having a chance here? It was the final call. It was death.

Maybe this was how life bid her. And in a way, this seemed to be all her fault. Painfully so.

Only if she hadn't crossed ways with that woman and chosen not to tie herself to him, it would have been alright. She could love and find ways to love more without her and him. All she had to do was to get rid of him.

But she had lost this chance to repair from those mistakes. The actions were done, the words said. The only blinking ray of hope was a miracle. An on-time miracle that could maybe offer a chance to live. And in no generation was this miracle to happen. What were the chances of getting opportunities like this?

The sound of the gun loading above her head made her audibly shiver and gasp. The strings of her shame had been pulled at now.

Tears slid off her cheeks, mingling with the dust beneath her chin. Her eyes clenched shut, praying that maybe something would hear her. Just anything that was around. Someone. Please. She would do anything to make it happen only if there was a sign.

Anything that would take her back in time and allow her to stop this from happening.

Anything that would save her.

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