The golden, partially cloudy sky was on the brink of turning dark. It was chilly and misty, the air hinting with jasmine. Celine stood on top of the ruined mansion, the crumbling of the stone beneath her feed reminded her of the relentless march of time around us. She blew a puff of her methanol cigarette, the smoke mingling with the swirling mist. "I wonder when will there be a change in this life I got right now," she wondered, her gaze drawn to the shadowy, rolling hills that stretched out before her. She yearned for something more, something beyond the monotony of her days.
She remembered a time when laughter echoed through the halls of her home, when life pulsed with vibrant energy. She remembered a time when she was young, carefree, filled with dreams and aspirations. But those days were gone long time ago, buried beneath the weight of disappointment and regret.
Celine took quite a long drag from her cigarette, the harsh taste opposing the sweetness of the jasmine. She thought of her family, their lives a tapestry of successes and failures. She thought of the man she loved to the core, but lost like holding water in your cupped hands across a desert. A tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. "C'est la vie,"she murmured. She felt old, weary, adrift in a sea of regrets. This life, she realized once more, was not the one she had envisioned. It was a blank imitation, of the life she herself destined to be but all her ambitions have faded away.
Suddenly, a spark of defiance ignited within her. She would not succumb to despair. She would not let the past define her. "This ruin, could be a symbol of her dreadful past but not my future perhaps," she thought.
She tossed her cigarette and took a deep breath, the crisp night air filling her lungs. It was time for a change, she decided. It was time to get a life and write a new chapter in her life.