No matter how much she tried to ignore the hurt, it had an iron grip on her.
Attacking her whenever it chose, and cascading her into another bout of melancholy.
She had been independent and strong, and fought through her difficulties by herself all her life.
Even at her lowest point.
She didn't want that to change.
Was the universe messing with her on purpose or something?
She desperately wanted to disbelieve that.
In a perfect world, maybe a miracle would occur.
But knowing her own life, that was not even a slight possibility.
The sun was setting, the mélange of purple and blue with a hint of orange on the horizon.
Then slowly the stars came up in the sky, sparkling with a silent reassurance.
The view was breathtaking, and, despite how tense she had felt, staring into the distance was nice.
She felt an all-encompassing relief pulse through her veins.
And she made a firm resolve to always choose her own mental peace.
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