In the beginning, nothing strayed far from normalcy. The long, seemingly never-ending days would go on and on. The girl would go to her kindergarten to meet the smiling faces of her teachers and the energetic bunch which were her classmates. Those days were honey glazed and rose tinted.
As least she thought they were. She failed to notice the awkward smiles, the tense atmosphere and the foreboding feeling in her kindergarten. Time passed and the feeling became apparent all around her. In her classroom, in the streets, in the parks and even in her own house.
It felt as though everything was held together by a loose thread. A thread so weak that it could barely support a tennis ball. A thread that was bound to break some day or the other.
Yet she hoped it didn't. The thread held together her harmonious family, her friendly classroom, her felicitous neighborhood. A thread so fragile but held together everything she believed she had.
The thread not only held together her own life, but countless other lives, countless other families. It held together the structure of their perfectly imperfect society. A society filled with good and evil. Though imperfect, it was their own society. A society and a world they could call their own.
The world that was once held together by iron rods covered in cement was reduced to a loose thread which was bound to break sooner than later.
Hopes, dreams, aspirations, bright futures, all were held together by that thread. It was the thread of humanity that was holding them together.
The humanity which made them have compassion, empathy and hope. The humanity that made them unlike any other creature. The humanity that made them human.
The humanity that was gradually wilting under rage and increasing loss of reason. Humanity that was the base of morality of many. The morality that was the only reason they were able to go on about their day everyday. Humanity that they thought to be their strongest ground of existence.
The humanity, the morality, the thread, everything that they thought to be iron strong seemed to be just a fleeting illusion under which lay the savagest, the most cruel face a human can have. But still, she put all of her hopes on that little thread.
Alas, the wretched day came, the thread broke and men lost their rights.
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Our Perfectly Imperfect World
Fiksi UmumRage filled fights, bloodied walls, burning streets and palms strewn over little eyes. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Lily had failed to realize what exactly was wrong at the right time. When she could finally be able tell what was wrong, it had...
