Prologue

41 8 4
                                    

Well guys, I'm back with my first book in 2 years! I've decided to delete my older books as they didn't really have a storyline and were not really getting anywhere.

This book is taken, not from experience, but from stories of people who are suffering and are losing hope, although it isn't what we typically see in our everday lives (well at least, not in mine) so it won't really be as relatable. 

However, it will enable us to reflect upon our lives and make us feel at least a little bit better about ourselves. Maybe it will change our personalities for the good, who knows? :)

Anyway, it's best not to keep you hanging. I hope that you enjoy my story!

*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'(*゚▽゚*)'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*

Blood orange, the colour of the sunrise. The colour of my swollen eyes from sleepless nights and  uncontrollable tears. What colour are my eyes anyway? I haven't seen myself in a mirror for 10 years.

The sunrise seemed to be prettier than eyes filled with pain, even though their colours match. I think i know why the sunrise is preferred. Because it always rises, no matter what happens. No matter who tries to stop it. That's why i will be the sunrise. I will always rise in the morning and show my strong self to the world, especially my family.

Wiping away the water that brought shame to my image, i tore my eyes off from the beautiful scenery of the world in which i have barely stepped foot on and skipped towards the kitchen to prepare food for everyone at home.

It's time to start my normal activities again....




RiseWhere stories live. Discover now