Chapter 3; Sally's Death
As Sally stood there, her gaze fixed on him, her body a frozen statue of pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision. She watched, numb with shock, as Daniel and Ashley disappeared into the crowd, their laughter echoing in the air, a mocking reminder of her shattered dreams. Her heart, once filled with love and hope, now felt empty, a hollow space filled with sadness and sorrow. She was left alone, a solitary figure in a cruel and indifferent world. The world, once a place of love and warmth, had transformed into a desolate wasteland, mirroring the emptiness she felt within.
The crowd, their faces twisted with disdain and a cruel curiosity, parted around her, leaving her standing alone in the heart of the city, a silent testament to her shattered life. The woman named Ashley and Daniel, her boyfriend, were gone. She stood there, staring blankly at the empty space where they had stood, her heart a hollowed-out shell of pain. Tears continuously flowed down her cheeks, blurring the world around her.
It couldn't be true, she thought, her mind refusing to accept the harsh reality. Even Daniel, the man who had once been kind, gentle, and treated her with such care, had uttered those cruel words. The man she had loved, the man who had promised her forever, had rejected her with such callous indifference. Her world had crumbled around her, leaving her broken and alone.
Soon, the crowd dispersed, leaving her alone, standing still, heart broken in the middle of falling snow. She felt colder and colder, the biting wind piercing her thin clothing. She found a large oak tree, its bark rough against her skin, and sat down, leaning against its sturdy trunk for support. Time passed, the minutes stretching into hours, the hours into a long, agonizing night. Sally remained there, alone, her body numb with cold, her disfigured lips cracked and bleeding.
After a while, a warmth spread through her, a strange, comforting warmth. She knew what it was. She smiled bitterly, remembering a life that seemed like a dream now. Even though her parents had died in a car accident when she was a child, her aunt and her family treated her as their own. She had a gentle, kind, and caring boyfriend, and a stable job.
But now, everything is gone. Her family, which she thought cared for her, had abandoned her. Her boyfriend, the man who had promised her forever, had rejected her with such callous indifference. Her work, her livelihood, had vanished in the blink of an eye. The whole world, it seemed, had turned its back on her.
She looked at the moon in the sky, slowly covered by clouds, and asked, "Why? Why didn't I die? If only I could have died, I would have been spared this painful fate."
Soon, her vision blurred, and she slipped into unconsciousness, her dreams fading into the darkness forever.
In a world called Myr, a young girl, no older than twelve or thirteen, opened her clear blue eyes. .
Story continues...