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Family killed, friends gone. What was left in my life anymore? No matter how hard I tried to cling on, the meaning of my life continued slipping through my fingers. I was alone. The reality was both terrifying and relaxing at the same time. Alone. Alone, perhaps for as long as I live. I recline in my chair with a resigned sigh, reflecting on how much I’d changed—negatively. If I were my old self in the right mind, I would act. But what if I didn’t want to act? What if I’d changed because some higher power wanted me to, the higher power that ...
The soft click of shoe against cobblestone was barely audible, and yet, Clarice was more than aware of it. From her perspective, the noise resonated throughout the alley, drowning out everything else, though by others, this idea of such a noise drowning out the commotion of daily citylife would absolutely be scoffed at. Clarice hardly cared. She’d never cared about others’ thoughts on her; she knew she was strange. But knowing she was strange had not prepared her for realizing that her life was peculiar, and that it wasn’t just her acting in...
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