Tears

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Well I guess I have time to write one more. 15 minutes ought to do a short run. Thanks it really means a lot to those who reads and I am shocked by how many people actually give a **** about my things. (Being affected by Sleepers, not my fault, I don't swear -_-) Please comment even just one word I'm disappointed by how people read without leaving a footprint :'(

Her name was Christine. Her dreams never came true. Her life was a disaster. Her parents were divorced and would never see each other. Her grandparents died before she was born. She was left alone all by herself. She didn't rely on her parents that much, all the distrust in her voices could be heard even from the faintest or the smallest words she spoke to them.

She never wished for anything pricey on Christmas Eve, but even a pair of new socks didn't come to her wish. Santa wasn't in the mood, she told herself. She found out that Santa wasn't real when she was in kindergarten. She didn't tell her friends, because she considered that act cruel. To break others' dreams because hers didn't complete.

She studied hard at school for her ambition: being a dentist. A dentist was all she wanted. That was probably the first yet not the last wish that she had set out for herself more than for others, and she made it. Since then she started to get away from the others, being a loner and keep herself inside her hard iron-made shell, like a snail. Hiding, never came out for fun but food and survival, like that she lived the first part of her life.

Christine cried over her parents when they separated permanently. She didn't believe in love like all the other girls did. The other girls ended up dead and buried on the battle field of love. She didn't even join the army, so there was no chance for her to actually die- just walk as a living dead, never found anything passionate enough.

She met a guy. The only guy she liked in her life. She accepted him more as a a friend than anything else. He agreed. Better facing the devil you know, he grinned. He even asked for a marriage. It is purely trying it out, he said also. He said everything right. She accepted him once more. She became a rich wife. She wanted nothing more.

But the first time he, Joshua, cheated on her, she went angry. She thought she like him more like a friend, but she found out fearfully that she loved him with all her heart. Joshua thought she didn't and made his first move and found Christine crying in their bed. He didn't do anything ever, since then. They had kids. Kids went to school. Kids got bullied, kids' parents never fought, kids believed in love and their mother didn't stop them believing because she considered that act cruel. To break one's dream because she had it.

She thought her life went pretty well, if normal and plain.

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