Lola had seen "fireworks" before. She still remembered the first time she had seen a different kind in her previous life.
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[Short Flashback: Lola's First Life]
The rhythmic sound of the mechanical heart monitor echoed in the quiet, small ward where Lola had been admitted. The room was dark—too dark for a paralyzed person to be in. Yet, it was something she was already used to.
Her entire life, after all, had been filled with nothing but darkness, misfortune, and utter loneliness. A whole life of fighting for her life, her rights, and what was hers, but here she was, paralyzed on the bed, waiting to take her last breath.
While those who had caused her suffering were enjoying a life of freedom and luxury as if they didn't take away the only thing she had left: freedom. But a question kept running through her mind.
Was she ever truly free?
