‘On the ruins of the past, you may choose to eternally mourn or recreate and rebuild new life.’
‘Idle thoughts, all. Two wasted years of inaction and you want me to tread the path of a recluse, again?’
‘It’s only fair to give yourself a second chance.’
‘And run, like an escapist, in the end ?’
‘You have repented it, every day ,for the past two years, haven’t you ? Fill up the form and let past regrets motivate you to build anew.’
I scan through the results and find victory . Finally. Rose’s encouraging words echo through my re-constructed promising hallways.
Word count -99
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
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