390: YEARNING FOR YESTERDAY

ARIEL'S POV With leaden steps, I walked into the hospital, moving in the hall, feeling broken. All I could think of was Luke. The moment he tapped my shoulder, just when happiness had overshadowed me, he gave me a shocking response in return. I didn't even know what to say; I had no idea what to do. This was not what I wanted; I had been waiting all this time for him to finally open his eyes. Life, my friend, was really messed up. And my journey all these days had been dark; we weren't going to lie about that. Different situations—glee, desolation, pain—were where the tears were shed. All these actually work out together, and my series has been the type that no one would wish to have, although I smiled in some moments. Not every time, because one way or another, the arrows were going to hit me strastraight away kept on wandering through the sterile corridors of the hospital; my mind felt like a tangled web of emotions, each strand pulling me deeper into solitude. Memories of happier