She started her day and ended her night normally just like how others would,
She was then 16, how her childhood fell into her assumption of rainbows,
However that one night, in her bed, the images of a manly figure with a sinister smile along with the dialogues and the blurred actions, all of those came in a rush inside her head, like a flashback,
It was as if she saw them for the first time, she was so foreign to that emotion, but then, seconds later all she did was gasping for air with eyes widened as she finally remembered the evil 'game' she was forced to play during her childhood.
Are these repressed memories?
Why?
Why must they come at the time she does not need them?
Why must they appear when she lives to forget?
And again why, why must that certain memory of the evil game ends just like that? What exactly happened right after they played the game? Why is the memory shortened here?
What did she do? What did he do? What did they do in the locked room on the bed?
Did they actually do it?
Cousin, she hates him.
Did she actually do it?
Is she supposed to remember? If yes why must the memory be incomplete?
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Tales of A Libra
PoetryThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
