Chapter-9.

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You can never find the same person twice, not even in the same person.

That side of yours gets hidden deep inside you where you can't even imagine it to be. One pull and push, and you realise that you will never be like that again because your body and soul knows it's every weakness very well.

It knows how much pain and sufferings you had went through both, physically and mentally so bringing that side back was impossible indeed.

No doubt that you may have a little cheerfulness and some happy bolts in your life so that we can smile a little. So that that side comes to surface once in awhile but can never completely be there forever just like it use to be.

You can never tell to how much a person have went through, never.

Because they learn to be secretive and mature with it. There are people who makes other people sympathize over them by purposely showing their sufferings. Not like others don't have problems, the thing is, everyone isn't self-centered.

And what is life without problems anyway? Life without problems is like breathing without Oxygen. We need a little up and down here and there in this life to keep learning about new things.

The difference here is, how a people take in those problems now.

Ofcourse, every person have different thoughts and point of view, it's just we should be glad that we're passing through that phase, slowly, but we are.

Liz had now come to the conclusion that it's indeed hard to receive too much from even your close ones. She have now grown to the fact that she shouldn't receive too much without giving her best in return too.

It's just how she had started to adjust on giving and receiving, not wanting to burden nor feel other person left out before her. She had shaped more and had come a long way, even though there still was a long way ahead of her life.

She made herself the person she never knew she can be, thoughts of being heartless and cold overtook her mind many times, telling her that she should not be too kind, to not be the therapist friend but she realised that she's just the way she is, can never be heartless to anyone, not even the person who may have hurt her and more.

However, she now knew how to put boundaries for that, to how to deal with it and not always be kind twice.

After all, wounds are healed but not the scars.

Her health had been fine ever since he left. Even though at times she thought she's insane to call for him because she missed him and his talks, his supportive behaviour. But she should again remind herself that that person was just her imagination, a person whom she wanted to be there for her when everyone had left.

She had created him afterall.

Maybe disappointing but atleast now she was in touch with the reality, with her real self and her ongoing life.

She was back to normal, and the problems she had now were kind of normal too? Just like how she groaned in frustration when she wasn't able to reach up to the ceiling to clean it there, even though standing on the stool, her hand wasn't reaching where she wanted to.

"Ugh, I'm not even short! This ceiling is huge!" She complained sighing and giving up, jumping down the stool and dusting her clothes.

Months had passed and she was now in her new apartment, a university student, with the scholarship only few had. One of them being her. Coming here, she had indeed felt good within that atleast she will be away from the ones who had started to care for her now.

That it won't be an issue now to focus on her academics and university. She was fine being alone here, instead of being there with them and bear that unwanted caring side of theirs just because now she was on track again.

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