As she read the words out of the novel, she spoke of a quiet tragedy from a particular line that people often paid little, or no attention to. "Without thinking too highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object; This is what is quite sad about Charlotte, as seen here: she has lost all her ability to hope, because of the..."
She looked deep into that book, continuing her explanation as her two eyes quickly changed into a moist crimson behind the microphone; Somewhere in her heart, she knew that this tragedy was, perhaps, less fictive than presented. She took comfort in the fact that in some other time and space, there was another woman who knew her pain, and that woman had moved her spirit, touched her heart - without even knowing it. Yet, the lady couldn't persist in her tears. It was not her business. So she pressed her woes back into the book, and moved on to the next chapter.
Saturday, May 10
sympathy is beautiful
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it can be hard
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