In the dormitory that was not too large.
The sound of peaceful breathing could be heard.
The night wind rustled gleefully outside the window, causing the window lattices to stir.
The warm light in the room softened two figures leaning against each other, simple yet passionate. They tore apart another space within the dimmed world, becoming detached observers of the rotten rules of this world.
Yvonne Finley could not put into words what she felt at that moment. The fact that she had managed to grow up was indeed a heroic feat. While others were still being pampered in their parents arms, she had been fighting for her survival by walking on a path strewn with blood and tears. However, she felt numb to it all. So numb that she did not even feel sorry for her own past sufferings.
But listening to his fragments of speech.
There were no words to paint a vivid picture.
