As soon as she reached home by taxi, Amber headed straight upstairs to her room.
When she opened the door, the darkness embraced her. Only the rays from the window give light. She dragged her heavy body towards the bed and slumped there. Instead of laying, he slid down and leaned.
When she turned her gaze towards the wall. Her favorite bow and arrow hanging near the frame caught her sight. Her chest tightened more and, along with that feeling, he remembered someone.
Amber once again felt the anger roasting her body, so she grabbed something near her and threw it to the wall. It was her alarm clock. It flew straight and hit the bow so it fell down. This is not the time to remember that first friend she had.
She didn't even want to remember her again. However, the situation she was in right now made her do it. Everything flashes right back into her mind that her eyes started to wet again.
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