Vain Battle87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDQqdtsS1UP
The night was still, with no sound of life to be heard in the deserted street.
I was walking slowly as my feet dragged against the cracked pavement. I had no idea where I was going, but I felt an urge to keep moving.
My heart was ever so heavy, weighed down with an overwhelming sorrow that had been building up inside me for days.
I had been so desperately trying to get my voice heard, but no matter how hard I tried, I was being ignored.
Even the people who were closest to me seemed to not understand the hurt and loneliness I was feeling.
I kept walking, my feet eventually finding a rhythm of their own. I felt a sense of peace as I continued on my journey, until I reached a dead end.
I stopped and looked around, but no matter how hard I searched, all I could find was an empty street surrounded by darkness.
It was then that I realised that I had no other choice but to fight—to fight the battle that I had been avoiding for so long.
I could feel the rage and pain surging through my veins as I stepped forward, preparing myself for the battle ahead.
The fight seemed relentless, and I soon began to tire. But still, I kept going, determined to finally have my voice heard.
I felt a deep exhaustion as my body began to give up, until finally, I fell to the ground.
I could feel blood seeping from my wounds, filling the cracks in the empty street.
I closed my eyes, feeling peace wash over me as I finally succumbed to my demise.
As I breathed my last breath, I knew that I had won the battle, and at last, I could truly be heard from the sound my blood made as it marked its way between the cracks of the empty street.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOPgKSNsQDo
