Not all beautiful women have a happy storyline...

Beauty is a wound...

Not everyone can pass through the wound with a smile.

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The night was cold like no other night before. Tessa looked down and sat in a daze, not moving for hours as she left the window and balcony curtains wide open. The sound of the waves could be heard, normally she would fall asleep easily. But the past four days had been excruciating. Swallowing a piece of bread was so difficult, that all Tessa could do was stay still. There was no light in her apartment, everything was pitch black.

Crying wouldn't change anything. So, she would...