In the luminous embrace of the morning sun, a solitary figure stands poised atop the rooftop, her silhouette sharply etched against the floor below. 

With unwavering determination, she gripped a pair of scissors, its glint catching the sunlight as she begins to sever her flowing locks. Each decisive snip sends strands of hair drifting downward, a graceful surrender to the breeze's gentle caress.

In this solemn moment, she murmured softly to herself, "Today marks one year since you left me, and at last, I can accept the reality that you will never come back to me again. And so, let me be the one to go to you."

"......"

PRANGGGGGGG!!!!!

Startled by the that loud sound of glass breaking, a flock of birds swiftly takes flight into the vast blue sky.

Quote for this chapter:

"Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it." 

- Charles R. Swindoll -