Can we save ourselves, or do we rely on others to do it? Is what we believe always the truth?
One moment I was happily looking forward to years full of laughter and adventure with her family and friends, and the next, I was staring into a future that was as empty as her heart. Now my life is a waiting game. Waiting for time to heal my wounds, waiting for justice. In short, waiting for a miracle to happen.
For me, life holds no more surprises. The world has given me nothing, and I’ve nothing to offer the world. Now, I have one last chance for salvation, and it lies within me. But between my mind and my heart stretches an ocean of bitter regrets.
Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy”s dying wish?