To die in peace is usually the preferred way of leaving.
Many times, the other ways of leaving includes car crashes and battles against some kind of sickness.
She had the perfect way of leaving but she didn't feel happy at all.
Perhaps there were many things that she wanted to do before leaving planet Earth.
Only now did she realize that time is precious.
She's always been the kind of girl who was somewhat satisfied and content with what she had.
Maybe sometimes she'd feel like the world is an ugly place.
Some days, she'd be bubbly & some days, she'd be gloomy.
Bipolar's what everyone labels her.
But what they don't know is her story.
She finds this world a cruel place with little goodness & ample badness.
All the stories she sees when she picks up the newspaper is about killing, corruption and more.
And maybe that explains why she buries herself with novels where everything has a good ending to it.
Some call it ignorant, some call it stupid but she calls it a sweet escape.
With the aura of good things come positive thinking which will somehow result in her feeling a little happier.
Even she cannot deny that she has always wanted to leave.
But not this early. "Not this early," she thought to herself.
[ To be continued . . . ]
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