Fiction: Group 3
Ai
Korean International School Secondary Section, Lee, Michelle - 12, Fiction: Group 3
m dreaming of a life I will never have.” She says.
A girl, who knew how to give love without hesitation and without limitations to the ones who
did not deserve her time and patience, and yet she still gives freely because people always spoke of
unconditional love, the same ones who would turn their backs in a blink of an eye to the foreign kind of
love she offered.
Her name was Ai. Ai was a young beautiful Chinese women, who was covered with flames of passion and
despair at the same time. Ai was always alone, for her so called friends learned that the joyful girl
took off
her mask and there was nothing but a black shadow that always lingered behind her shell of emptiness.
Ai sat down near the stunning Pearl River Delta. It was 17:40 pm and she was sitting there, all by herself. Ai
always loved watching the moon, for the comforting glow of the moon was enough to fill the wound so
deep, it reached the core of her heart. She stayed there, tears slowly streaming down her flawless face, the
loneliness she felt every day, and the words regret plastered all over her body always bothered her.
For there was no peace for Ai, she waited until sunrise. She took the time to review her past relationships
and none of them gave her a clear answer of the same hole she keeps falling into. Then, it was time. She
stood up, walking towards the Pearl River Delta, closer and closer she was every second. As she stared down
at the reflection of her face, her messy black hair and swollen red eyes, she turned back and looked at the
place she once called ‘home’. She allowed herself to fall down, into the depths of the Pearl River Delta.
Ai was drowning. Her arms and wrists full of cuts and dried blood started to bleed once again. She finally
felt at peace, closing her eyes for the last time.
She finally allowed herself to forgive herself.
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