A Story (cont.)
You can never see the light of future if you are blinded by the shadows from past. And Zegh, who was the uniqueness of enchanting unknown was haunted by things that can make you close your eyes and stop your heart. Her demons were different because she herself was a magical outcast. Her demons wore a different mask everyday.
And for all this time, the only thing that remained hers was the presence of Ray. A selfless, young boy who tried to fit in the world of Zegh.
Fetes and Ray left Zegh after the dinner. Zegh sat in her room balcony. Her room wasn't curtained edge to edge. She even let the darkness peak in and live. A green colored wall was covered with pictures of almost everyone she's felt happiness with. She stood there, in her balcony with wind in her hairs and wondered about things that came and went like flashing lights on highways.
We all know our places in this world. We can determine our strength even if it's forsaken. But we are never blank. If we can't help ourselves, I suppose we find the comforts of heavens in someone else's journey. And that's the mistake we make. We let go of who we are because we cannot understand who we are. We ruin our lives. And that's what Ray did. But we can never gift our demons to someone else. Then why we choose a path that is so wrong and greedy? Is it the call of hope, EVERY TIME?
And for all this time, the only thing that remained hers was the presence of Ray. A selfless, young boy who tried to fit in the world of Zegh.
Fetes and Ray left Zegh after the dinner. Zegh sat in her room balcony. Her room wasn't curtained edge to edge. She even let the darkness peak in and live. A green colored wall was covered with pictures of almost everyone she's felt happiness with. She stood there, in her balcony with wind in her hairs and wondered about things that came and went like flashing lights on highways.
We all know our places in this world. We can determine our strength even if it's forsaken. But we are never blank. If we can't help ourselves, I suppose we find the comforts of heavens in someone else's journey. And that's the mistake we make. We let go of who we are because we cannot understand who we are. We ruin our lives. And that's what Ray did. But we can never gift our demons to someone else. Then why we choose a path that is so wrong and greedy? Is it the call of hope, EVERY TIME?
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