Two.
Her right hand moving faster and faster.
Words poured out onto the sheet of paper out of the ink-pen.
Her heart getting lighter and lighter.
Though soon train of words had ended bur the tears were still flowing.
Pressing down the pen harder than before into the page, sobs racked across her body, shoulders quivering.
She would put away her journal after she had calmed down.
YOU ARE READING
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?
