{Ch. 0} Wasted years (PROLOGUE)

I've spent many years wasting away, taking everything- EVERYONE for granted. Tossing everybody aside to accommodate for my emotions and every need like a narcissist.

now here I am, a 78-year-old woman living a quiet lonesome life in a tiny home somewhere in the mountains. No family, No grandchildren, not even a lover, Nobody. I sat at my dining room table looking out at the cloudy sky, basking in the same pathetic empty feeling that had been ruining my life since day one.

I looked down at my half empty mug, staring at my reflection. going through the regretful memories I'd made over the years. Every day of my life was just the same thing on repeat with looking back on the misfortunes I caused and being irritated that I couldn't figure what had been missing from my life all these years.

my life was nothing but spiraling misery and emptiness I could do nothing about, and now I was truly alone in the world and unable to make up for the things I've done.

- Carrie S. Willow.