Here’s another short story written by a novice writer.

She gazed at the shimmering stars in the serene sky. With the moon accompanying those brilliant pointed figures, the cerulean sky was having a rainbow-like array of colors. She has rarely seen such beauty, so she ensnared her eyes towards that sight for a few moments.

      For a couple of nights, she’d been trying to enjoy herself solely in this not-so-crowded resort. Well, she’d been labelling herself a “hermit.” She was used to live in solitude, she could say. And that was not easy, for it took a very long time to adjust to her situation.

      She was orphaned at seven, with no legacy inherited from her parents. By then, she lived with her only aunt who also passed away before she could finish a college degree. Her life was an exaggeration of woe. She had nowhere to go and all that was left of her were sorrow and hopeless dreams. But for whatever force that pushed her to go on, she was able to conquer the trials in her own ways. Despite the fact that she was grieving for her poignant life, she graduated with honors and was able to land a good job.

      For three years; however, she imprisoned herself behind the bars of her forlorn world. She restrained from having a break, for instead of winding off, she would always found herself reminiscing the past; and she hates to think about her mishap over and over again. But lately, she decided it’s about time to move on. This does not mean that she have to totally forget those tragic times of her life. They would always remain as dark memories. But she would no longer look back with wails and mourning, she swore.

      Her working days were always exhausting. Her daily life was full of faux smiles and laughter. Oddly, she didn’t have friends except for business associates and other people thought she’s really bizarre. Now it’s nice to be finally home, on this very beach where she spent most of her happy childhood moments—back then when no one would think she’s weird.

      She felt truly fine. No more pain to hide. No more tears to dry up. And she found it obscure how she felt so at ease on that instant. But whatever the reason was, at least she didn’t have to sham that she was alright.

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