One.
"My darling, my lovely daughter," the words left her mother's mouth, slipping soothingly into her ears.
Hands slipping over her hair, as she laid in her mother's lap.
Life for us, her, was dark, unsympathetic.
For her it took mere seconds for a smile to be replaced by tears.
She kept cooing the words which felt affectionate before now were meaningless, like a cold wind could not make the mountain shiver, these words could not bloom warmth in her heart.
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GIVING UP
Short StoryShe thought she was going mad. A girl on the verge of destroying herself because of the past. Will she give up on life or truly see its beauty?
