Epilogue

Is not that she turned cold, she just closed up

Is not that she didn't care, she just couldn't care

Is not that she had no friends, she just looked for her back not to be betrayed

Is not that she didn't love, she just didn't want her heart broken

Death was a common thing to a lot of people. It was the cycle of life: you were born, then raised and quickly blossomed to become and adult and live the life you chose to, and finally you would die. Either from being old or just sick; but in the end, you still met dead.

She very well knew that time eventually arrives. She knew time was not eternal, and that each year that passes by, each second that the clock marks meant that you were dying. Slowly.

Anyhow, she never expected it to be her father. Why him? Why take the joy of calling her daddy whenever a guy broke her already shattered heart? Why have to suffer the absence of him throughout her teenage life? Why have to go through all on her own when her father was the only one who once understood her and supported her? This constantly made her feel empty, alone. Cause even when she was fully surrounded by people who claimed to care for her, she felt incomplete. She felt left behind in a world that was moving too fast for her to follow.

And that was just the beginning.

Author Note:

I know it has been a big while since I last posted something or even updated any of my already written fictions.

I am also aware of the fact that I do not mention who "she" is, but that will be mention in the second chapter.

This is a story I had planned a long while ago, it's a little more personal than what I usually write, most situations-if not all-are actually from my own life and experiences.

I would appreciate feedback, and people reading this story. Even seeming a bit interested in it by this short epilogue? I don't know. It's just something I want to do.

Thank you,

-conss