My life was miserable. Every inch of me wanted it to end and it was time I gave up. The crosswalk in front of me seemed the absolute solution when I decided to give in to my inner voices. Until..a fluffy ball came running to me. Only, I didn't know...
I felt the whole world move on from me. It didn't care enough to wait or hold my hand. The world brushed past me like these people from the crowd today. It was a never-ending race after all, and to make it to the finishing point, it needed someone better, not me.
Every day I believed in a change that could turn my life around. Every time I think of writing a story, the truth of it being just another mediocre one dawns upon me, or the people around me make sure it does. why is this so difficult? well, I should've seen it coming when I moved to this town with nothing, to pursue what seems so distant on a day like this.
I am y/n everyone, usually, it is my characters that I introduce like this, but since it feels like the last time I would be doing it, let's just go for it. I moved to this country in hopes of writing my book one day..one that would change things forever. I've always considered writing a relief, and never as a source of income. In fact I despised the idea of it. Ironically, in the end, I became what I feared the most. Here I am, living in a dungeon of an apartment, getting brushed past by people who have moved on from me, and as irrelevant as possible. yet another story has been rejected and I had met my limit.
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The crosswalk seemed blurry and I could no longer deny the tears that threatened to fall off my eyes. I can't fathom the idea of having a breakdown right here, in this buzzing crowd and yet, here I am.
A truck from far away seemed more of a hope in my life than anything else was. I closed my eyes for a second, letting those tears fall. I stepped on the road, my ears figuring the nearing distance of the truck that waited for no one. I opened my eyes and... wait..is it a puppy? the little thing was right in front of me with its pair of twinkling eyes staring at me... it even felt like a smirk..I hurriedly grabbed the little thing away from the road as possible. A reflex reaction, to save a life. or two...
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