The deep sentiment successfully cornered and caught her again in the quiet lonely night although she had prepared to fight with it bravely.
What a shame! She lost the game again.
Was the sentiment not like a terrible germ, which was so fond of her? What the worst was her emotional immune system was too fragile to defend the attack.
When all facts failed to live up to the excitement and appreciation promised by every piece of memory, at the moment when they was still fresh and vivid, what else was left except believing what happened were only dreams or “careless lies”?
When tears held up in her eyes were finally rolling down on her cheeks, was the sentiment being washed away with all memories, was the ache being soothed?
A voice rose softly yet strongly. “Hang in there”. “Everything would be fine.”
Yes, everything would be fine no matter what. Thinking out of the box, it was just a colorful bubble. That was it.
