The Lost Soul of 22
The lost soul of 22 finally found the happiness she had craved for so long—or so she thought. A girl who had never known love, she found the illusion of love at the very moment she longed for death, her soul weighed down by the darkness of depression, a burden placed upon her by the family that was meant to cherish her. Her heart was drawn to a man who lived in lies, weaving fantasies and making promises that were never meant to be kept.
She had escaped a place she called "hell" only to find herself in another—a hell disguised as heaven. All she ever wanted was to be loved, to live in peace. But what made her believe she had finally found love when, in truth, she never had? Did she even know what it meant to be loved?
There are many kinds of love one can encounter on the journey of life. Was she truly so unlucky as to never find even one? Or were the answers hidden within the mystery box of the future? But then again, the future… could she even last that long?
As fragments of memories faded, her heart hardened—turning into a stone, a stone weighed down by the desire to never wake again, to sleep for eternity.
What had happened to the naive little soul who once wished to make everyone her friend? How had she become a lifeless ghost, drifting away from the world?
Though I may not be skilled in writing, my only wish is to convey the emotions of lost souls—feelings that may be all too familiar to those who have been unfortunate enough to bear them. And to those who read these words, I hope your journey leads you somewhere brighter.
From one lost soul to another, my lost soul of 22 is Starling.