Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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The pieces of my dad's watch are too many and it's straight clear that it is not fixable, but somewhere inside me, there is a tiny bit of hope.
I at least have to try fixing it.
Superglue is my first option because I have no idea where to get it fixed. There is no superglue at my home. I put on my glazing blue top and go outside, totally clueless about where the store might be.
I stare for a moment at my pink bike sitting beside the garage. I haven't rode on it for a long time and I don't feel like it today either. I walk past it without a second glance.
As I walk aimlessly to the place where I think the supermarket is, my mind is wandering off to nightmares and bad dreams I have been having since my family was murdered. I have to tell somebody, I think to myself.
But I don't know who. No friends, no teachers, no relatives. I have no one, it's a painful thought but I have slowly come to accept it.
After what seems like forever and a lot of asking to strangers, I stand in front of a humongous building.
