She held it close to her heart, clutching it with all the strength and love she could muster. She sat in the comfort of her four walls of her room. Thinking, dreaming, imagining, reading.
She couldn't believe that he did this to her. How...how could he betray her like that? Why didn't she say something? Is she really letting him go, just like that? Eva flipped the page to continue reading about Alara and Ian's story. There were only a couple of chapters left. She took in every bit and word, she greedily absorbed it. Will the book have happy ending that she always wished for? Will everything be okay in the end?
Eva couldn't help but cry when they finally got together. At least the books that she read had a nice, happy ending. She couldn't help but think about how her life was shaping up. How she was recovering, healing, growing, becoming wiser. No, she wasn't fine just yet but she knew that she would be. Eva was a chubby kid and she was suffering from anorexia since she was a teenager. Every grain that went down her throat was like a nail cutting the surface of her skin. She wanted to be accepted, just like every other kid her age but she wasn't loved by all her peers. She wouldn't be able to sleep at night because of the comments that used to be passed in the hallway when she was walking by, she couldn't forget the disgusted looks that they had on their face. That's how she started her story. She was broken by a bunch on ignorant fools who did not care about anyone else's emotions. They forgot that she was just a human. The scars on her hands were fading. Layers and layers of her own skin. She was broken, shattered, hurt.
She's 19 now. Her parents are finally getting her and not many judge her for her past and even if they do she doesn't care. She's got many other things to care about, like reading. Doing what she loves makes her feel good about herself and the people who are around her. It's like she finally believes that better things are saved in for her and that she can accept who she is, that she can finally learn to love. She chose the temporary way out instead of the permanent one. Happy with the characters of her book. She chose to believe. Yes, the books will be over soon enough, but the characters in it will be forever immortal in her heart.
Little things like reading held utmost importance in her life now. Her eyes held fire and her smile was brighter than the sun, she held herself up like she was the boss and nothing could ruin her anymore. She believed in magic. For her books were magic created by humans. Even though she escaped her reality just by flipping over a page; She knew that she would have to face it someday, sometime.
For her, it was something that she could believe in.
She couldn't believe that he did this to her. How...how could he betray her like that? Why didn't she say something? Is she really letting him go, just like that? Eva flipped the page to continue reading about Alara and Ian's story. There were only a couple of chapters left. She took in every bit and word, she greedily absorbed it. Will the book have happy ending that she always wished for? Will everything be okay in the end?
Eva couldn't help but cry when they finally got together. At least the books that she read had a nice, happy ending. She couldn't help but think about how her life was shaping up. How she was recovering, healing, growing, becoming wiser. No, she wasn't fine just yet but she knew that she would be. Eva was a chubby kid and she was suffering from anorexia since she was a teenager. Every grain that went down her throat was like a nail cutting the surface of her skin. She wanted to be accepted, just like every other kid her age but she wasn't loved by all her peers. She wouldn't be able to sleep at night because of the comments that used to be passed in the hallway when she was walking by, she couldn't forget the disgusted looks that they had on their face. That's how she started her story. She was broken by a bunch on ignorant fools who did not care about anyone else's emotions. They forgot that she was just a human. The scars on her hands were fading. Layers and layers of her own skin. She was broken, shattered, hurt.
She's 19 now. Her parents are finally getting her and not many judge her for her past and even if they do she doesn't care. She's got many other things to care about, like reading. Doing what she loves makes her feel good about herself and the people who are around her. It's like she finally believes that better things are saved in for her and that she can accept who she is, that she can finally learn to love. She chose the temporary way out instead of the permanent one. Happy with the characters of her book. She chose to believe. Yes, the books will be over soon enough, but the characters in it will be forever immortal in her heart.
Little things like reading held utmost importance in her life now. Her eyes held fire and her smile was brighter than the sun, she held herself up like she was the boss and nothing could ruin her anymore. She believed in magic. For her books were magic created by humans. Even though she escaped her reality just by flipping over a page; She knew that she would have to face it someday, sometime.
For her, it was something that she could believe in.
