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Iron will and Rose
#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh and put her past behind. For the realization dawned upon her, that it's not the past that matters, but the future that needs to be focused on, and for the future to unfold the way she wants, she knew she'd better be mindful about the present, to live and be in the present. 'Memories may come rushing in, causing tears to well up in my eyes and trying to engulf me but I will not be drawn to it and give in, I will not let anybody to wipe the bright smile off my face. My every teardrop will be accompanied with my best smile for I will not let anyone see my pain for they won't feel my pain. For I have the will of an iron and a gem of life to live on,' She promised herself. She took a deep breath and smiled as big as she could. With that smile and a renewed vigour she opened the door to a whole new world, breathing the air as though for the first time in her life, as odd as it may sound but it was true for her, being someone wanting to start from the scratch. And the fact that she could feel her breathing better as she had always been suffocated with the memories of a mixbag past. With this realization, she now knows, what to accept and what to let go, she embraced the good memories and buried the sad memories never to be dug open. She sighed, for she knows not the place where she buried it. So, she won't know how and from where to bring up the memories that she rendered as good-riddance. With an iron will in one hand and a rose in other hand, she began her new life, of which she will be the author.
A few days later, she bumped into the beings of well forgotten past but with no hatred and not the last trace of any grievance, she walked right past them wearing a smile so bright that not even a majestic crown could outshine. She could hear and the murmurings and see the so-called 'beings-of-past', their expressions so dumbfounded as they looked the way she struted with the glamour of a queen and with the warmth of an angel, but she preferred to tune everything out for she welcomed in this new life, only music not noise, only love no hatred and only warmth no coldness.
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh and put her past behind. For the realization dawned upon her, that it's not the past that matters, but the future that needs to be focused on, and for the future to unfold the way she wants, she knew she'd better be mindful about the present, to live and be in the present. 'Memories may come rushing in, causing tears to well up in my eyes and trying to engulf me but I will not be drawn to it and give in, I will not let anybody to wipe the bright smile off my face. My every teardrop will be accompanied with my best smile for I will not let anyone see my pain for they won't feel my pain. For I have the will of an iron and a gem of life to live on,' She promised herself. She took a deep breath and smiled as big as she could. With that smile and a renewed vigour she opened the door to a whole new world, breathing the air as though for the first time in her life, as odd as it may sound but it was true for her, being someone wanting to start from the scratch. And the fact that she could feel her breathing better as she had always been suffocated with the memories of a mixbag past. With this realization, she now knows, what to accept and what to let go, she embraced the good memories and buried the sad memories never to be dug open. She sighed, for she knows not the place where she buried it. So, she won't know how and from where to bring up the memories that she rendered as good-riddance. With an iron will in one hand and a rose in other hand, she began her new life, of which she will be the author.
A few days later, she bumped into the beings of well forgotten past but with no hatred and not the last trace of any grievance, she walked right past them wearing a smile so bright that not even a majestic crown could outshine. She could hear and the murmurings and see the so-called 'beings-of-past', their expressions so dumbfounded as they looked the way she struted with the glamour of a queen and with the warmth of an angel, but she preferred to tune everything out for she welcomed in this new life, only music not noise, only love no hatred and only warmth no coldness.
