Thursday evening, just before sunset. Vicky sat on a cliff watching the reluctant sunset. Above her; an azure sky extended to kiss the orange-tinged top of a hill standing on the far western horizon. Beside her (on the ground), a smartphone that played her favou rite music playlist even though whatever was once upon a time sweet symphony in the music had turned into an annoying cacophony that was unbearable to her ears. In spite of that, she was hesitant to stop the music. She urged herself to end the music but her hand mysteriously failed to move. Yes, mysteriously. Her eyes were fixed on the river flowing and bellowing below her. Watching the flowing river for a long time had hypnotized her. Tears were slowly welling up in her eyes and spontaneously breaking off into large drops which moistened her eyelashes before launching themselves into the river, becoming homogenous with its water and flowing far away; away from her into the massive lake in the south. That was her happiness...
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