She stumbled while running through the desolate street. Her face was as dull as dish water, she perspired in the severest cold, her heart thumped, she had a throbbing headache but all she could think of was to escape from the very place she was running through.
As she hurried through the dense and frightful darkness, she saw a beam of light that gave her hope.
She thought of the good memories she had.
Her house occupied by the antediluvian furniture brought her serenity. She could feel the warmth of her house already where she sat working relentlessly for her future.
The light kept increasing. She was about to step out from the darkness when a gun shot was heard. She hurried faster when another shot was heard.
She didn't know what was happening until she felt her back wet.
The pain didn't allow her to move further.
Her body fell on the street of loneliness.
She was never wrong, darkness and loneliness had always been a part of her life.
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