"As the dark cold night looms around,
I found myself amidst a crowd trying to stabilize myself on my wounded wobbly legs which were about to give up any moment now.
Heart pounding and parched lips from where I was trying to breathe as much oxygen as I could the tinnitus in my ear making my mind numb and preventing me from understanding the chaos around the local bazaar of Turkey.
As slowly as I was passing the crowd my vision started getting hazy with every step I was taking and then I saw again the black shadow, whomI tried to run away from just opposite me at a six-foot distance.
Big six feet tall frame covered in black long cloth covering the whole body and face except for "Those eyes" a beautiful mixture of green and hazel that sends
Shiver down my spine at every eye contact and that's when I heard a siren so loud and slowly my surroundings started disappearing in the dark but the tall frame didn't move an inch as I found myself gradually fainting with just him in front of my blurry vision."She wakes up abruptly again panting hard with cold sweat on her forehead and the alarm blaring by her bedside table as it shows time 5 am with shivering hands she hastily turns off the alarm before anyone else wakes up in her house.
Sitting in her cold quiet room with a big glass window on the left side of the bed the only source where moonlight erupts in the dark room where just the ticking of the clock is the only sound that can be heard
"Shit again the same nightmare"
She groans while standing up to freshen herself for her daily morning walk.Way too much early-morning walking in London, especially in winter! is my favorite part of the day when it is still dark and the streets are empty indicating no human existence.
Life has been too much for me lately maybe,........for....past six years? yup, now that's more suitable to say.Life isn't easy for me at all the family pressure, manipulation, insult, and ignorance have broken me but I don't want to quit as they say
"Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggle has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup"
So for me giving up is never an option now, cause I am a self-made woman no one supported me in any way in life but.....it's also not like I asked for help from anyone tho.
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Choice Of The Heart (Fatal Series Book 2)
Romance"In this dark haze, I cannot see what's the reality . Seven lives Seven mysteries If everyone is a hero, then who is the villain ?