When a glass of water is kept in front of you...what do you call it?..a glass half filled or a glass half empty?
Pretty much a cliche example, isn't it?
But what if you mix this half filled glass with thirty ml of liquor? Now, that sounds more interesting...
But what if I tell you a half-filled glass of liquor, a girl, who's standing on the edge of the hotel terrace?
Sounds thrilling?
These are people who assume their story goes unheard.
To numb that pain, some drown themselves in liquor, to experience that edge.
When I say edge, I don't mean the literal edge
But here she is, standing or should I say strolling on the literal edge of the building terrace, with a glass of liquor in her hand that she's already half finished.
As she teetered on the building's edge, the ocean waves roared like a symphony of ferocious wolves, yearning for a taste of her story.
With each step, she defied the gravitational pull, seemingly indifferent to the daunting drop that awaited her.
In her tipsy state, she raised her glass to the moonlit night, addressing the ocean below with slurred words. "You, my dear ocean, are just a collection of memories, swallowed by time," she declared, her voice riding the winds.
The ocean, a silent witness to tales of gods and mortals, listened as she continued her tipsy monologue. "You roar because you're burdened with the stories of those who dared to taste your depths," she mused, a philosopher in the midst of liquid courage.
In the dance between life and oblivion, she found herself both the protagonist and the spectator.
The ocean, and the girl on the cliff intertwined in a surreal moment.
Even though the world around her began to spin, her legs didn't quiver for even a second.
She kept walking on the edge, like she was possessed.
She threw the glass in her hand, into the ocean below.
And silently watched as her glass got engulfed by the large ocean waves.
"Is this how you'll engulf me too?" a plea hidden behind her voice.
As the ocean roared in response, tears streaked her face, glistening like liquid diamonds under the moonlight.
In a moment of vulnerability, she faced the ocean below, "Will you be warm? Is the ocean bed warm?" she pondered aloud, the desperation in her voice hanging in the night air.
"I guess, I'll find out." She laughed one last time before giving up against gravity, ready to experience the free fall.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N : Hope you enjoyed the prologue of LBH .
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