The Echo of My Soul
From my childhood, I was living a mixed life. Was I blessed or was I cursed? I had a contrary view over my life. But I was never alone despite everyone around me abandoning me. Another voice was echoing through me, telling me to not be afraid. At one point, I almost succumbed into a life under the shadow, but someone eventually pulled me out of it and placed me under the spotlight. I thought I was freed forever, but the Echo told me that I was wrong. And it was all proven true on the day I discovered the true face of my beloved, who cheated on me without any shame. That day, I felt my world breaking apart. We were always together, I thought we would be together forever. Like some sort of beautiful fantasy. Silly, yet warm. Somewhere I could escape to. A home. It wasn't too much. But somehow, it all started that day. Or did it start before it? I don't remember. My memories are failing me. He told me I shouldn't stay. He told me I'll only get hurt no matter how I try to please him. He did not lie… Then, why did it hurt so much? Maybe because I truly loved him, seeing him with another had me broken to pieces. It wasn't fun, but… It wasn't the worst. That day, I finally decided. ‘Leave.’ It was as if a trigger had been pulled, and my life moved again in a hectic direction. I've met people I thought I won't be meeting again, and was stranded between so many fights of interests. I could only fight for myself there. This time, not only the Echo was with me. Another person was there, supporting me unconditionally. Giving me the confidence to move. Still, I will forever wonder… What choice is the right one? I guess I'll never know until I reach my destination.
A Glimpse into the Past (pt.1)
Somehow, after I 'woke up' from my nap, I found myself in a bizarre position. Where the memories of the past were playing like I'm experiencing them for the first time.
It was too sudden, but I think I can only take it like that.
"Hey, look who's here, it's the bipolar bish."
Pointing at me, some random girl said that. Her long, yellow hair was pulled in a loose ponytail.
We were wearing a similar school uniform, a short skirt with a white shirt. We could of course wear anything else we wanted, but most people of this place opted for this style.
It was convenient to wear in many places, and this city didn't have enough money… Many people were unable to afford various outfits, just two or three for the whole month.
Everyone here was poor. Though, many of us weren't born poor. The circumstances had thrown us in this poverty, and we needed to live off ourselves and what our families or guardians left for us.