Silence descended in the forest following Marilyn's departure.
Luciana pressed her palms to her mouth as she started inching away from the place she was hiding in. Helpless tears rolled down her cheeks as her chest heaved up and down. It was as if someone had dug a clenched fist right inside her heart, she could feel the hollowness and the ache creeping in. And at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to hide.
To hide from the whole world. To disappear for days or months or even years till she did not have this desperate urge to ask whoever wrote her fate.
Why her?
Why every time she trusted someone, they had to take that trust from her, wrench it terribly and throw it back on her face when it was beyond recognizable?
Why did it have to be her?
The existence of such a pathetic question in her mind made her feel ashamed of herself.