4.
A year and a bit ago
Now on the floor, the girl no longer remembered anything.
She told herself to focus solely on the green square tiles trying to counter the hospital glare of the white paint.
She tried to think, but thinking was dangerous.
Better to be numb.
She didn't want to meet his eyes, that would make him humane.
5.
The girl was tired of running around in circles. Fleeing from one fire to the next — desperate for refuge, but the more she ran, the more she burned.
There was a time when she could never even comprehend how people could be like this. Be so detached. Indifferent. Like the flick of a switch, their feelings changed. She kept on burning. Arms flailing, silently screaming, but no one looked around.
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Autumn Leaves (a short story)
Short StoryA Girl, tormented by her past loves, gets on a tram, and finds solace and support from a woman who has gone through similar ordeals in her youth. As they each reflect on their pasts and decisions, a question which has tormented women for generations...
