💛Part 1💛

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Another noisy day. She was sitting on the Park Bench deep in thoughts, after an exhausting day.

She was not sad, not depressed, not heartbroken, she was just feeling frail, perplexed, empty...She was lost!

Here the story begins. Anna, Anna Divon a seventeen-year-old girl.
Looking at her features, her pale skin, Her tiny gray eyes that grow Sadder every day more than sunset or rain.
Looking at the dark scary Blackness that surounds her eyes would be enough to make you realize that she was more than just a "Happy" teenager girl enjoying her youth.

She's not pretty but neither ugly. She's simply that random person you see everyday on your way to school or work but never really care about there existence. That is her !

This small desolate Park was always her hiding spot, whenever she feels like giving up, whenever her small world starts to get darker, whenever she just wants to disappear!

The golden sunsets looks so beautiful from the place she choosed for herself to isolate from the world.

The sunset was always the only reason why she stayed strong! she believed that it was more than just a scientific phenomenon because it was always a welcoming scenery for her whenever she had rough days or even Happy Days, it always gave her that new Hope that the next day will be better!

"So... That's the end of the day! Everything is gone. people are gone, the stress is gone, the pressure is gone, even the sun is gone. I have no one left here with me to talk about my day, maybe just sit here and console my loneliness. That's why I don't like depending on people, because people leave all the time, because at the end of the day all you have is yourself"

Painful memories started to pour over her like rain; Shattered Dreams, failed friendships, broken trust.

" I'm just thrown away like trash. Maybe that's what I am. Maybe I'm nothing, just something to be disposed Off by the people i trusted, by the people i loved."

On a sudden, he thoughts were distracted by the voice of a group of teens talking happily, they were laughing loudly as if no one was there, hugging as if they won't meet tomorrow, playing as if they were still kids...They were happy.

That scene made her wonder what it's like to be really loved? What is like to be accepted? what is like to spend the end of the day with the people you love?

A part of her soul shattered, Brokened to million of pieces.

"Why does everyone seem perfect except me? What's my value? What makes me special? Am i even worth it?"

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