She picked up the sharp pieces of glass that had scattered off from a tall cylindrical glass carefully, she put them in the trash can. She then stopped picking it up out of the blue. She stared the hallway. She was hoping to see a figure of the man she loved. But all that came into her moist eyes were the hollow sunlight rays that were dancing through the thin peach curtains. She sighed. Deeply, she closed her eyes, balls of pearls flowed through the closed eye lids. Warmth of the silent tears comfort her at these times. She swept away those broken glasses, wiped the wet floor with white kitchen towel and decided to take a walk.
"Why?" She asked herself while walking the pavement.
"Is everything I do, wrong?" She started analyzing herself.
She walked. And kept walking. But she stopped thinking. Her mind wandered off seeing how beautiful life actually is. How she wished to have that life. Where everything is meaningful. What's left with her life now is that she had lost the point. She had forgotten why.
The sound of car at high speed behind her. Headed towards her.
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