People die. Wounds heal with time. But memories, they linger around for a long long time, scratching the itch and making things worse. Memories, that you can't destroy but you can't even bring yourself to look at. Hazel was stuck somewhere like that. She splashed cold water on her face, feeling exhausted and gazed at her pale, lifeless face. It's been twenty days since her mother died. Twenty days since she was gone forever and now her life, it was just empty. The hope was gone too. The motivation to work hard has disappeared and now she feels just exhausted all the time. She knew working hard was a necessity because apart from her mother, she needs to look after herself too. But sometimes it was like she couldn't care any less.
She also has just one month left with Damien. This was eati
