Atarah
Have you ever felt the urge to cry until you can't open your eyes? Have you ever looked at the dark sky and prayed the Lord to end the pain? Have you ever wished that you could rewrite your story again? This time without the pain which keeps blinding you from the happiness?
When Ansel was looking at him— anxiously, I felt the urge to scream— in pain, in anger and in fear. The gift in my hand dropped down as I couldn't hold it any longer. My fingers kept trembling as I looked at Ansel's fingers holding the gift before it could've shattered down into uncountable pieces.
I felt guilty. I was guilty. But how could I accept the gift when it scares me the most? Fear is one thing and hatred was another. But this gift of Ansel made me feel both of the emotions, all at the same time. A
