"We shouldn't elude the validity of death when we are busy living in our colourful lives. Now should we?", the middle-aged man retorted, gazing at the girl's facial expressions revealing into sudden realization.
"Not everyone out there is living a colourful life", she responded her voice knitting bitterness in the depths, perhaps, for those who were living a colourful life and tasting all the ice cream flavours she also wished to lick the least.
She never cared didn't mean she would never. She had nothing to do with people, the recent incident, nevertheless, had shaken her so dreadful that she was forced into a pond of thoughts. Where her mind was forcing the factors she had been overlooking for years. Though she was always surrounded by them, she completely refused to be reactive to them. The foremost element included people living with an essential and basic aspect of life, a complete family.
