Chapter 1: A Girly story

The ditched girl was walking head down, as if there was something important on the footpath. She has enough of fighting. This is the time when a woman realizes that she has to hone her own weapon, her own strength unique to her, or at least unique to her gender. All the luxury of imagination has gone to void. Utter black of darkness is all around her. All the love, that was once of primary importance to her, has now become secondary, including all aspects of life. From here, there is point of singular return, or no return. She looks up. Her beautiful hat became vertical from horizontal. "I have to face the life", she said to herself. Raw confidence enwrapped her. Oh, how she loved his hairy chest, she cannot but think of it. Large chest does not necessarily mean large heart, she now knows. Reaching the main road she called a cab. "Straight ahead", she ordered. As the buildings and other cars were passing by, she sank into the seat. Her heart is breaking into particles, she felt. Never to come back again, never to rejoin, pieces scattered in black oblivion. "Is there nothing in love, or is there something?", she decided not to give much thought, lest her thought gets influenced by her recent feeling. Truly, the world seems to be a black void without form, during these times. Upon reaching her home, she gave a damn to switching on the lights. Standing before the mirror, she undressed. "What am I lacking?" Almost perfect curves, almost tight breasts, a beautiful feminine figure. Beautiful dense yellow hair. She smiled. She came to the realization that she is not guilty for the recent events, it was Peter, for whom she was too much. Peter has inferiority feeling. He couldn't face up to her. What God does, does for good. Peter did not share his heart out.