There was thin light coming from the window ,The sound of typing filled the dark atmosphere.
A shadow continues to write non stop on typewriter,
The sounds like clickcand clacking sound was heard,
As she stopped the typing,
"Where I belong..?"The door slowly opens ,
As an old man could be seen glaring at her..
He enters slowly,
While her shadow continues to sit in lost thoughts.He pats on her shoulder with worry visible in his eyes,
"That's enough..Anastsia."
The girl asked in subtle tone,
"How could you know it's enough when you don't even know what I am dealing with,Pope."
She slowly turned and faced him,
"A true hypocrite aren't you.?"
Pope doesn't reply and rather ask..
"Who are you then?"
A true paradoxical question:
His words whispers in her ears continuously ,Anastia eyes widen as she thinks..
Yet, her mind speaks to her:
"I am no one.."
She couldn't accept it, Her voice cracks as she shakes nervously,
I am.. ?,
Her mind goes blur as she feels there are people staring at her,
Asking:
Identity?..
Identity?
At end, she couldn't bear this sight,her view continues to get more blur and at end she collapses.
Her face was all pale and her breath as cold as winter breeze..
There was silence.
Pope slowly kneeled down and carried her body.
He smiled,
"How dumb are you,Anastia."
Asking a person who ruined you in your head.
A truly crumbling piece led by...?
He stops midway and he takes a deep breathe,
"Let the time answer."
Soon, He slowly takes her body away from that room in hurry as if he scared of something..
As soon as he closes the door.
The dim light stops coming from the window and the type writer starts tying by itself,
"Souls exist,Somewhere in dim light."
Am I right,Pope..?"
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