It turned out that her Tuesday was not ordinary anymore. She was the Cinderella of her generation, minus the evil stepmother, ugly step sisters, fairy godmother, and pumpkin carriage.
The future may look bright for the both of us, but I don’t want to keep my hopes up.
We didn’t even notice the day passed right before our eyes, as we built our own world in our own little space. We were surrounded by thousands of stars in the universe we call our own.
But most of the time, saying good-bye breaks my heart into a million pieces, and it leaves a sting that hurt so much…
I really don’t like good-byes.
Maybe all these chaos are what I need.
Rock bottom at its peak.
And the last raindrop had fallen. We’re off to a fresh start.