FORCED THINGS AREN’T BEAUTIFUL

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The morning came with its intricacies. I hadn’t eaten anything or slept in the night. Hence, I was so vulnerable that I didn’t think I could move out of the cave on my own. “If only Holly would be here,” the same mistake that I had been pining over didn’t seem to leave my mind. I was famished. Since the bodily requirements weren’t fulfilled, its proper functioning also halted. With my stomach churning and my body burning from the fever that captured me because of my inability to keep myself warm, I began yelling for help. The voice itself seemed to get buried inside the pain of hunger. No matter how hard I’d try, I just couldn’t get loud. From looking outside the sharp rays of the sun, I could see that it might be around ten or eleven in the morning. If the Ingrants were to find me

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