There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent that everything around it loses its meaning. Everything loses the glow of life. The eyes look but see nothing, the ears hear without hearing anything, the arms fall without feeling any support, any whisper of comprehension or understanding. Only the taste of the blood of pain is perceived in the de
I felt extremely nervous, because the lives of many were in my hands, however I was determined to do justice on behalf of everyone there, my chest hurt as soon as I read the story of the man he was being judged by, that's right my next challenge was to try a case and decide within the laws of Atlanta what would be the fate of the man judged, and since life has the art of hitting us in the back it couldn't be any worse than what I received. Douglas Mack; I researched him and found out that he never had any experience with the police, he was always a fair citizen who worked to support his family, according to what happened: "At an end of the night of Friday, coursemer of the criminal, Mr. mɑck, forcing the merciful in the goldinfɑll. There was no resistance when the police arrived to take away Mr. Mack, after identifying him in the recordings. The assets were not returned. The family lives in the suburbs, and the only source of income comes from Mr. Mack, who works as a worker. All". 12
I've always been a terrible liar, everyone around me could read me so easily; that's because emotions always dominated me and came out to my face. However after Louise's death, all that changed in me; I focused on hiding my thoughts, feelings, and pain. Behind a petrified and serious face, with an appraising and expressionless look, which in itself has become my greatest ally in avoiding people and their inconvenient questions, I live like this. I find myself surviving in this world, maybe I was really a damn selfish person who only thinks about his own pain and forgets about others, but it was hard to let go of everything that happened; that ghost haunted me from the first seconds of my day until the moment I close my eyes from exhaustion. I should think of the people, of course, yet I don't, until that angry redhead confronted me in Nigrum, something in my chest snapped awake like a snap of fingers. The urge to show her that she was wrong filled me like a fury, her words affected my
"You will bring peace to Atlanta, that's your destiny. Somewhere in this empty and selfish world there must be good people just look for them and hang on to them..." These are my mother's words, before seeing me get into that damn vehicle with an uncertain destination, she didn't seem worried about the fact that I was going to a place where I don't know anyone, since I got here, I almost threw up several times due to the luxury and people with straight noses, while the girls jumped like circus animals for the happiness of being in the palace right now, I looked at them with a closed expression, in fact many didn't even want to be near me, I don't care at all little, that's who I am and that's the end of it, I found myself leaning on the balcony looking at the sky, I let out a sigh, I felt as if I could be swallowed up by the walls of this place, I woke up in the morning and couldn't get out of bed, Luce my companion came even me trying to cheer myself up, talking about how much this
As a child, I waited and watched from afar those who were Nigrum's warriors, I imagined myself inside those armors under the foot of the mountain showing all my grandeur, but as the years went by I knew that I would be the one who would work while the others gained the glory. I remember always lying awake at night and making plans, about all the things I would change if it were possible. But it was just a dream. And here I am, alone; faced with so many papers and military protocols that practically suffocate me, "don't turn your back now" said my conscience, after all I need this damn job, my mother depends on me. After being abandoned by my father a few years ago due to an accident that left her bedridden, I became her strength. While everyone played and had a normal life, I took care of her; now I support her beyond care. Ayla has always been my only friend, as well as her brothers, however I became closer to the redhead, she helped me so many times to take care of the woman who gav
I could feel his gaze on my face analyzing every feature there is. It didn't bother me, but it gave the impression that she was reading every bit I hid, it made me feel like an open book where she could read every riddle without effort. I made a sound in my throat like I was choking just so she wouldn't suspect my plan. Everything was well laid out in my head and I could already imagine how difficult it would be to win. But it was almost impossible to control that side of me, I always liked to do crazy things, although some of them didn't pay off very well. I remembered the time I had let ben (my pet mouse) escape in the middle of the gala. He ran across the hall making all the women and some men climb the walls. And as expected I was promised to ground me for a whole month which I reduced to a week with easy smiles and good behavior, this actually happened in my childhood. I look at her as soon as I hear her say that she would beat me, I let out a heavy sigh. How could she be so cock
Glowing eyes stared at me from the floor as if they could see into my soul, I don't know what's worse, feeling my heart beating at a different rate just by being next to him or looking into his eyes and seeing that there I could sink for hours, I shook my head slightly trying to get these thoughts out of my head after all that's exactly what he wants, to make me rock, mess with my feelings, and you know what he's really annoying, I think to myself, the prince says it's low game , I give a slight shrug after all if there's something I've learned in these years fighting in the "hole" is never to make a fair fight, so I spoke in a concentrated way. ____ I'm a girl who fights to survive, I don't play fair... - I raised my eyebrow slightly and then I saw a smile appear on his lips, why does that make my stomach twist anyway? It must be because that petrified face melted away, and he sounded human with that sly smile. Just a few hours in there and you're already letting yourself down, Ayla
I felt in my bones something very much like rust corroding a metal, this one that was itself, I, tighten the belt tightly, breathing in the chemicals of my own decisions. It's a reflection of myself, deciding to follow a path that could be death, an apocalypse for my own being, however still a new era, it seemed to settle down little by little there, they were invading, taking shape; it's been a few months since i joined the military corporation, everyone here always seems to be crossing the line, deserve to corrode and wither under the fury of their own actions, i finally woke up, plucked up courage, took hold of a destiny that always belonged to me, to be the one defending the weakest, it was enough to blow up my whole system, and my thoughts and yearnings, raise the flag of the revolution itself, dye its robes blood red and fight... we are all painted, trying to fit into a system flawed, I didn't want that for myself or for the people. All these systems will fall apart if it depend