#Chapter63
Flashback Continues...
Phoebe Point of View
Every minute is a new life, every such life has a new meaning to it, When you lose such meaning, then every minute of your life is nothing but a cruel death.
What is the meaning of my life?
Was it to be a good daughter who pays of her parents’ debts?
If yes, then the debts are already cleared, then why am I not happy?
Was it to be a woman who sold her body?
Then, shouldn't I be feeling depressed for going down to such level? But why am I not depressed about my body anymore but miserable due to lose of the man who was supposed to own it?
If any of them are not making my life meaningful then what will?
Tears has been a comfortable enemy to me, smile has been a cruel friend. Days passed by turning into months and months leaped to years but the new life I should be experiencing every minute has been giving me nothing but a hellish death.
