instead, she resonated with the sound of fists—— scary swings that blew gusts of wind and spoke one too many words that she could never say from her own soul.
yet, the only problem was that it wasn't a universal language that everyone understood. so, she ended up in more trouble than anything. but that only caused even more trouble to follow, with bloodied fists and maybe a few suspensions here and there through her life, she found that maybe she didn't belong in the world.
with only a grandfather on his soon-to-be death bed, she felt as though maybe her true destiny was to be alone, alone with no one to understand her, alone with no one to love——— to feel loved, maybe solitude was her only answer.
