Rerun Life 》by S.J. Victoria
You wanna hear the most clichè parts of this story? There was a girl. Always ignored, never bullied. Nobody ever talked to her. She had no friends. No one to accompany her. Heck, she doesn't even get asked questions by a...
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August 2018
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I was sitting on my bench, legs propped up with my knees against my chest, my arms around them, my chin on top of the flat uneven space of my knees as I stared unwavering at the scene in front of me.
It was some time around midnight. The cold breeze gently caressing my skin like a gesture of comfort, the row of street lights illuminating against the darkness to give me light, soft crickets in a distance to fill up the silence of the still night in a slow rhythm. But none were acknowledged, all were dismissed. I could barely register my surroundings while I sit unmoving, trapped in my own thoughts.
The familiar view in front of me gave some sort of nostalgia. Across the street was nothing but tall barriers of trees standing majestic and proud. Branches meeting branches making it almost impossible to see beyond. Come to think of it, I don't even know what these tall plants are hiding back there.
Behind me was nothing but a vast space of open green field with a row of trees in the distance, a straight line finishing out of your line of sight. Mountains stood broad and proud as soft puffs of clouds would cover the upper half of them some time over the day.
But in the night, it's all pitch black. You could make out the thin outline separating the dark sky and the mountains when you look closely. Stars twinkling delightfully and radiantly were scattered across the black skies.
