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ᴀᴄʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇʀᴏ
ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ
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NO ONE EXPECTED LIFE TO BE LIKE THIS;
This wasn't how things were meant to transpire, yet here she was. Existence without purpose felt more suffocating than anything else. Seeking a drug that would induce obsession, only to discover that when its effects faded, and it was no longer available, life lost all meaning.
The woman clutched the quill, listening as it snapped in half, the pieces tumbling onto the pristine sheet of paper before her. Her eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to overflow like a turbulent river.
Despite her best efforts to blink them back, a rogue tear always found its way onto the paper she had endeavored to keep unblemished time and again.
The chair she occupied began to cause her back discomfort. She shifted, seeking a more comfortable position, but found no relief. Her entire body ached as though she had been in constant battle for her entire existence.
And yet, all she had done was sit in this damned chair, her heart throbbing painfully with each passing moment. The mass of papers scattered across her wooden desk seemed to consume her.
Her gaze wandered around the small office. Torn sheets of paper littered the once pristine floor. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, some fresh, others stained. Melted candles, now useless, lay crushed underfoot, casualties of a fit of rage.
This room was once her sanctuary, a place she could retreat to without worrying about its condition. But now, as she sat amidst the filth, the spiderwebs, and the tiny cockroaches, she fully comprehended the plight of those dwelling underground.
But that was her forte - she had a knack for straying too far off course. Despite this, she never felt compelled to correct her errant ways. This tendency had become her new drug, her raison d'être.
But life was never that simple, it would never be that easy. The woman tapped the quill on the paper, splattering small droplets of ink that marred the formerly immaculate sheet. Then, finally, she began to write.
Dear ××××××
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I am sorry life has come to this, I never wanted this. But I did want you to grow strong and live the life you fought for. One with or without me in it, no matter the outcome, you would have a happy ending.
YOU ARE READING
𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 , 𝗔𝗢𝗧
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