VANYA
I've heard people saying that we all are somehow trying to survive our pain. That we all are bound together with pain buried six feet under our forced smile. Maybe they are right but not about me. My smile maybe rough but it's pure. After all, I write and that's my only survival instinct. I write not to live but to survive my demons.
No. I am not any writer or poet. I write about all the things that I feel every single day. And it helps me to smile through tears.
"Vanya, are you sure about this?" I asked myself.
Splashing cold water over my face, I looked straight into the mirror. "Yes, I am very sure."
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The Impeccable Scar | COMPLETED ✓
Short StoryIn which a girl learns how to fight against her demons and the boy who fails to understand her
