…Sara was wandering in the streets, thinking about the curse that did and will keep hunting her. That memory that steels away almost every moment to be lost in thinking about whether or not what once happened, and was not meant to last, was as real as she believed. Wasting her attention, as she scans the faces around her and wonders why her friend's face is not one of them.
Yet, as much as she was hoping for a coincidence that would help her see her friend once for real, she was afraid that if this coincidence happens, her friend wouldn't remember her…or even worse, would recognize her and turn the other way.
Cursed she thought…and she hoped if all this would stop…she wished she could be free…
But it is not easy to be free from the one good thing that happened to her. She can't turn away from that fading light that managed to survive despite the darkness. That one thing that seems to be a bless
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