Prologue
145 Words
Blue.
The world is really not just a chunk of rock with its life being powered by the comforting color that lies vast beyond the horizon. The warm breeze that always hits my face with its gentle hum that relaxes me every time did wonders to my life every now and then. The saltiness of the air that I enjoyed most calms my tense nerves and dries the tears rolling my cheeks like waves.
I smile. That's the only thing I could do for now. With the problems hitting me like a tornado at once it's a wonder I didn't broke down yet. I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand and inhale deeply.
"I'm not giving up yet." I muttered to myself. I stepped onto the flat form and shout, "Come at me world! You've never seen the last of me yet!"
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