Fransisca POV

 

 

 Walking alone, on a street where there are only dim lights ready to go out. After being verbally abused and even treated like that, I could only remain silent.

 

 

 “I don't know where to go, where to come? Who do you ask for help?” My monologue.

 

 

 Everything I had done was so destroyed and just gone. In deep confusion, I contemplated the life that seemed to be collapsing before me. Everything I thought was happiness turned out to be just a fragile illusion. Life, which I thought would continue peacefully, is now shattered into pieces.

 

 

 I wondered in confusion, what did I do wrong? What has made everything...