To Diana nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
Everything was just a big jumble of mess that had been created deliberately only to push her down and destroy her soul entirely.
Diana breathed, exhausted from carrying all the tension in her muscles.
She was finally feeling lost and dejected.
She did not care anymore whether it was the universe that was plotting hard against her or if it was someone else; a person who was way above and beyond Diana’s comprehension, who was running the course of the events.
Diana just did not care anymore – all she knew was that problems rested on top of her head and she needed to find a solution as soon as she could, before she ran out of time.
Seeing Diana beaten and down on her knees, lost as she stared down at the ground, trying her very best to cat
