Warning

Before you proceed to read the chapter, I would like to brief you about certain things—mention of some unpleasant things(I don’t want to spoil it for you), the letters written in italic are from her diary. Any moment you feel uncontrollable, I suggest you to not go ahead.

67||Guilt of everything

And who says living is easy? Heavy baggage on my shoulder, I am made of pieces of my past. Troubled by my days, and here I stare at loving death.

I am fascinated by death. I am not scared of it because it holds power. You shouldn't be wary of things that hold supremacy over reality. A reality mortal humans try to ignore and think they are imperishable. I abide by the play of death; what has come must go, and the play of tragedy I shower on the same scrawny humans makes me understand what death truly is.