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She runs and runs and runs, grasping upon something in the air as if she is holding a kite. She remembers how he use to say, "Fly a kite, not play a kite". Those words ring bells in her head, those haunting memories came by so sweetly when they used to held hands. She then turns back and look, and she sees an empty valley. She lets go of the invisible kite and stop. This time really looking behind her, she stares at the empty valley. Wandering, why issit that the valley is dry and dull? Why issit the dirt turns to dust? Why issit the sun does not shine upon this place yet the breeze is so spiteful and shy.
She closes her eyes and opens them again. She then stares into the mirror and finally understand , that empty valley is her. As she grasps upon the invisible kite,she was actually grasping onto a vain memory of hope and happiness that was lost when he walked out of her life.
She broke down and cried, tears seem to stream down, but the dry grounds quickly absorb those tears still leaving cracks on the dry dirt ground. No matter how hard she tries to cry it out, to feel better. Her scars remain the same, as the ground. Unable to heal, unable to forget, unable to take revenge.
How much does she love, till she gets hurt. How much does she suffer, to gain disapointment. How much care did she put into this, to end up of a disappearance of the one she loves. She turned over the side of her bed, and found a pair of big scissors for cutting cloth. Grabbed it with her shaking hands she stares at them, like they were giving her an answer. She wiped away her tears onto her pillow. Lay down on her bed again, and slowly....just slowly....took the scissors and said, " You took my heart away, and ripped it into fine pieces, without explanation you left, so without an explanantion, I shall leave aswell".
Her mother came into the room to wake her up, only to find her daughter laying cold and bloody on the bed. Tears still stream on her eyes. But a smile was upon her face as she leave this wild.
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