Shot by Cupids Arrow.

The difference between living and exsisting

Hay guys this is my second story I have on wattpad. This one is a little different but I hope you enjoy it all the same...

- Hannah xxx

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She walked and she walked. Through ther dark and empty streets of London. Where the moon was bright but covered with thick dark gloomy clouds. She did this practically every night. What else has she to do.

She was alone as she walked the streets, turning down allies and running her hands along the old bricks of the buildings she knew all too well. Her fingers would touch the old dirty bricks, dragging her hands down them as she ran down the streets, trying to find some kind of feeling that told her she was alive.

Her life is boring to say the least. She had nothing to do in her spare time. She had her job, yeah. But if she was being totally honest she hated it. She hated it but loved it just as much.

But other than her job she had nothing. Nothing of value to her in this world, and that might sound really depressing but it's true. And the fact of the matter is, she is depressed but there's nothing she could do about it, so why even think about something you can't change.

She has spent many days longing over something she can't have. Laying on her mattress that had been carelessly placed in the middle of the old unfinished building that she had come across in the middle of a construction site many years before. Obviously whoever started the buildings did not or could not complete them for whatever reason, Hoping the room would just take her under. Crying herself to sleep most nights.

She liked crying, weeping. That was a sign of living, right? Hurt? Pain? All of these things showed her that she was in fact alive. She just needed to see it herself.

The world has made her numb, she said. The world and everyone in it. But for once she was wrong. It wasn't the world, or even the people in it. It was what the world had planned out for her and the sad thing is, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. So again, why think about and feel sorry for yourself about something you can't change.