#Chapter12

: Pelting Remorse

Norah_

Beautiful when they fall but fizzle out as soon as they are caught in the palms of one's hands. As if they never existed. This very moment felt so akin, hence the irony.

I....no words in this world could describe what I was feeling. My insides were a chaos. The pain, it was like an icy wind choking the breath from my lungs and making a noose around my neck. My heart constricted in its wake as if not sure if it should go on beating. It was raw, the realness of a person consumed by pain that knew no end or limit. It was...