As time brushes past her face it
leaves its mark. Scars from when she was young and wrinkles from the days past.
Jewelry of the highest quality and beauty resting or her neck and stuck onto
her fingers. She sits at an old cafe,
alone, smoking a cigarette. Oddly, she finds herself thinking of the past
rather than the future. For once she doesn't care about what "will"
happen but instead she reflects on "what" happened.
"Have I lived a happy
life?" she thinks to herself as she takes another drag on her cigarette.
She was very fortunate through her life, she was born into wealth and it won't
disappear anytime soon. All through school and through adulthood she had many
friends and cherished many moments throughout her existence. But yet she feels
empty. She feels the she has rushed her life and missed many experiences.
Challenges that she refused, risks that she didn't take all haunt her at this
moment. She might have lived a happy life but did she like a full life? She
still has time to fill the void within her and be peaceful throughout the years
she has left. But yet, she sits at an old cafe smoking her life away and
wondering what happened.
