A breeze blew past, carrying a soft sigh, almost inaudible.
The sigh was so light, it seemed to drift from the distant past, or perhaps seep out from the deepest crevices of the heart.
It mingled with the wind and vanished in an instant, not even stirring the flowering branches nearby.
Yet the sound was terrifyingly clear, like a long-held obsession finally letting go, or a lingering regret quietly settling.
This time, she had no intention of forgiving anyone ever again.
It wasn't because she was cruel, nor was it because she no longer cared.
It was because every glance back, every moment of weakness, had only been met with deeper betrayal and disappointment.
She had walked back down that road too many times, each step landing on a path woven from blood and tears.
Now, all she wanted was to move forward. Even if only desolation and solitude lay ahead, she was unwilling to stop for anyone.
