Part 1 : Swan Egg

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The door flew shut with a bang, marking the end of Anna's first true love. She slammed her fists against the wood, rattling the frames. No response. Anna could almost hear it- her heart shattering within her, the shards rattling in her hollow rib cage.

The woman was too stunned to even cry, instead letting a singular tear trail down her porcelain white skin. Her knees went weak under her frail frame, and she let herself sink to the floor, cradling her chest. She may have scored her first writing contract that day; but at a heavy price.

She had exchanged her everything for it.

It was dark by the time Anna brought herself back onto her feet, and the cheap hallway lights hummed above her. The lights illuminated her only path: out , into the greedy capitalist society she now had to embrace as her new way of life. Anna lifted her head and stared at the door of her now ex-apartment.

The beautiful, perfect life she once had was all gone. All ruined by her ambition in a single day.

She slowly turned away and began to begrudgingly drag her cheetah print heels across the stained ribbed carpet. Each echoing step weighing on her empty heart.

Before long, the steady beat of heavy steps stopped. Pausing momentarily, Anna sighed and lifted her head. Her grief-struck face was greeted by the pouring rain outside her apartment block doors. What was she to do now? Anna's brows furrowed and her fists began to clench.

All this because she wanted to become a bigshot writer. She had dreamt of this moment for so long. She had always envisioned this moment to be one of the best in her life, her new beginning. So why was her life falling apart before her eyes? 

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