KILLING CARA (EN)

When Cara found a wounder man in front of her door on a snowy night, her life, already fragile and beyond repair, shattered further.

Amidst the depths of darkness, where engines roared defiantly and cars screamed into the night with fury, he stood there... Number 7 and his bitter eyes.

In the darkness, a world cloaked in shadows, chaos, and perhaps a touch of light; this was the blind spot of the world, this was Layna.

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"Somethimes people choose to suffer, Cara." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Sometimes, people cling to their pain, unwilling to heal, as the pain inside is the last memory of a loved one." 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰.

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I listened to the crows circling the empty streets of the city, resting my knees against my chin. It was as if the city were caught in the early hours of morning; a storm had cleared the streets and a mist, swallowing the asphalt, had settled in. Yet, evening was approaching, I knew.

As I buried my head between my arms, I sought warmth. I was cold. No, I was burning. The tangled mass of emotions within me grew as it rolled downhill, and I could not discern what I felt.

When I drew my arms tighter around my knees and pulled them closer to my torso, the puddle beneath my feet began to shift.

I whispered into my lap, "Fool." "What did you expect?"

You have no family.
Did you think love could save you?