In this sick world of madness and love, never be so assured that the two shan’t cross paths, somewhere down the road.
She had no name, no identity and no memory, when about a year ago, she woke up in a hospital surrounded by the walls as blank as her head. She pleaded and she begged, to the strangers and the men of honour, to find her the reason for her existence, the foundation of her existence. She would ask strangers if they knew her, but to her misfortune, she had run out of luck long before she knew it.
In a cold room at the coldest boulevard of the city, she cried to sleep every night, but not without the slightest sense of desperation.
Hopeless, after months of agony, she quit on her past and embraced a new beginning, one which would offer her a life she wouldn’t have asked for, when young.