She flipped back to the chapter that had already been finished. Refusing to move to the next chapter, she read and read and read. Word by word, line by line. It was the best chapter, yet. It was so beautiful, she wished the story ends there. Irony enough, story lines didn't usually follow what she expected. If she or anyone else in this world could guess life, than that won't be life. This is life, because only He knows. With trembling hands, she opened the next chapter.
Her eyes met new lines, new words, new story. But her heart, stayed at the previous. She was scared, scared that she might forget. Because there was just too little to be remembered.
And there was just too little hope for her to cling on to.
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