JENNY_JEN: "please do compose yourself. This one is a really sad POV, if you could just please listen to a sad tune while reading this, please. Uhmmm. I'm weird by the way and not good at this. Haha. Kbye"
Chapter 1 : The Black Temptress 1
"Haru... Haru... If you were the one for me, then I sure would like to be the one for you" - 🎤 sang Ivory in a sad tone.
Its raining outside. She thought. And she's really gloomy when it rains.
The rain, yes the rain.
It reminds her of that last week of September, when everything in her life became hazy and cold. And sad.
It was during those times when she could ever think of, was to think of that one reason to live.
Her reason to live. What is it, really? What is it, seriously? Until now, she's still not sure.
She's trapped in a cold dark room of her past. Trapped in a 4-cornered box of vanity which she alone has the ability to turn away from.
The past, for her, is a beautiful mess. A mess that changed her every being. A mess that fate has encrypted in her life.
Thus, such mess was a scar. Is a scar. Will always be a scar. Of how painful life had been for her.
Ivory stared at her window pain, glancing through the glass where two little raindrops raced their way to the window frame.
She wondered who'd win between the two lifeless droplets. She almost cried when she remembered her tears. Her tears which once raised their way down her battered face.
She remembered how normal of a human she was back then. Crushed and hurt, but words of curse still remain in her head. Unspoken. Afraid of what might occur after. Afraid of the outcome.
The future back then was a blur. Turned up and down and rippling in her mind. How come the future came more painful than what she thought would be.
Now. Bitterness is written in her face. Unable to put up a curve on her lips.
Whether a frown or a smile, nobody could tell.
After all that's happen to her, everybody would understand her unpredictability. I mean, who wouldn't, right?
She's hurt. That's all anyone could tell. If and only if anyonce would stop and notice her existence.
To her friends, she was uncunny Ivory. To some, she's just a plain human being in rebellion. To everyone else, sadly, she's nobody.
She once wondered how it would feel like to be left alone. To be in a battle where nobody, not even one person would be there to say, "I got your back, Ivy"
Life, beautiful as it may seem, is a conquest of strength and courage. It would be sad to think that even courage and strength wouldn't grant your wish. Your goal.
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AUTHOR's NOTE:
this book is actually a complex one. I'm warning you, if you're not a fan of complicated stories and unhappy endings, then don't read further.
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