I used to cry all the time.
Every single time, I had taken apart what was left of the fragile crutch and stood up once again, as if nothing happened.
Every. Single. Time.
To smile. To breathe. To laugh. To cry
I understood. I understood the fact that things were not so simple. I knew that all these white lies they have been feeding me is not deceiving anyone.
But still, I can dream.
Hoping. Wishing. Praying.
The last I did not do. Just doing this would not ever help anyone.
So, I perfectly understood as I walked up to those white doors and uttering those words which set me on my path...
A/N: Well, I am rewriting the story a teeny tiny bit. Not too much to affect the new update speed, but when the next chapter's out the others would be rewritten! I hope to get them up by 15th of December...