The begining
It was a quite night, Lenore was lying on her. bed she closed her eyes but wasn't able to sleep. The misery in her heart keeps her awake.
She turns to her left side and starts to question herself: Why is life like this, isn't life supposed to be lived? Then why, why is my life passing by like the clouds on a mild windy day? Why do I feel that I was born unloved I am still still very young then why does my soul feels like it has been fighting for years and desires rest? Why amI like this, what is wrong with me? Her thoughts were not letting her sleep, too many questions are keeping her awake. Just then she heard a sound from her window, she went near it and opens it. She saw a bird which was carrying a paper in it's beak. It was the bird she had saved a fer weeks ago, the bird handed the paper to her. It was a letter but in a strange language, just then the bird bit her finger and her blood drops landed on the corner of the letter. Before lenore could process anything the bird took the letter and flew away. She was puzzeled: What just happened? That was completely strange..
She told herself and went back to bed still shocked, she tried to rub it off and reminded herself to be greatfull for all the things she has in her life yet a little greedy by asking for the misery to vanish from her life....