A Silent Cry

A Silent Cry

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"Did you ever wonder what life will be if you hadn't experience what you experienced? The pain you had to go through, the tears you had to spill just so you can get through the person you are today. I do... a lot but this said when I look myself in the mirror, when I look at the person who were beside me all along... It was f***cking worth it. There is nothing in the universe that life hasn't prepare you for. You need to pay attention to details and connect the dots. Only then... o n l y t h e n you will find your voice, the voice to speak the darkness of your soul to the rythm of the melody of the wind", my sister said to me. "Love a life you shall remember even in your afterlife, be your own voice, your own Star."
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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