Prologue
Although Aira did try to walk back to the light, the experience had broken her heart into unmendable pieces that bled into her soul, destroying much of it and leaving the rest dying. All she could see was his hands on her body, his lips marking her body and her unheard cries. She thought she could overcome it and move forward but got stuck in a loop of pain and anguish. And every morning when she saw the sunrise, it was a cruel reminder of yet another day to fight the losing battle with her inner demons, and the only way to stop the torture was death.
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Will my father punish him after learning what he did to me? Will the graphic description of how he forced himself on me in the suicidal letter and the guilt of my death force his hand against him?
Slipping the written paper in the silk letter, she gulped down the poison from the small white ceramic bottle and lay on the rug, awaiting her death.
Seconds later, her body stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her arms and legs jerked uncontrollably, her throat closing in. Feeling like blood was being sucked out of her.
However, through it all, a pure unadulterated emotion washed over her. As if she had been holding her breath all her life and was finally able to let it go. The pain and sorrow that weighed on her for days faded into the background. The feeling of light and freedom replaced it.
Her room tilted and swaying. She felt a powerful current pulling her under before getting sucked into a bottomless pit of emptiness. She was thrilled to finally unite with her mother in the city of pure gold as clear as glass with no sorrow or pain.
"THE END"