In the end, I didn't wait for Richard. It felt like my spirit had finally broken.
I believed I was depressed. I should have taken those antidepressants when I had the chance to prevent my soul from becoming this twisted.
Walking down the street amidst the rush of cars and people, I stood outside Haven of Hope Orphanage, where memories of laughter and joy once flourished.
I pondered, ‘Were those girls, charred beyond recognition, from Haven of Hope Orphanage? Who could be so cruel to them?’
I returned to my apartment to find the seeds Richard planted for me sprouted, a sign of new beginnings. Yet, my new beginning was as fragile as that tiny sprout, snuffed out at any time.
I pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills. I thought about taking them to escape into sleep, but then I decided against it. The turmoil within was mine alone to understand.
Knock. Knock. Richard was outside, ringing the doorbell and knocking frantically. "Claire, open up. Don't scare me like this."
I tucked the sleeping pills away and opened the door, greeting him with indifference. "I'm fine. What's all the fuss about?"
Richard pulled me into a hug. "Did I upset you when I said I didn't believe in your rebirth? I've thought it over, and I do believe you."
I didn't hug him back because I knew his belief was to prevent me from doing something foolish.
"Richard, how can someone be reborn after they die?" I challenged.
Richard said, "Rebirth is possible, especially if she died with regrets."
"I was just rambling. Come in. The seeds have sprouted." I decided not to dwell on the topic further and showed him the sprouts as if I had resolved.
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