Once there was a girl.
She loved books and they were her only safe place. They were her best friends. They were her happiness. Every time she felt lonely, she would open a novel and find company there. She wasn'tsad and vulnerable anymore. It was like a magic, which turned her from powerless girl to powerful hero. She always felt like a fish on a beach. She didn't belong to her world. But when she opened a book, she finally was a fish in water. Books were her water, her sea, her ocean. Her everything. Her world. She wasn't that fat, depressed girl who felt victimized, and ashamed of her body or face. No. She was pretty, smart and had a beautiful smile. The problems were in her head. The problems she didn't know how to overcome. So there always were books which saved her from feeling abandoned. She opened a book like every time when she felt despair rising. Despair of being alone and ignored. She looked at the page and smiled. Where was her smile all those days? Why did it come back just now? Her fingers ran over the sentence. The sentence that made her smile. She read it aloud. Again and again. And then she disappeared. There was only empty chair left and the sweet smell of flowers.
Once there was a girl.
