A Haunting Tale of Joy and Despair
“We lived in the darkness only to know what is truly light”
Was happiness always found in our loved ones, or had we deceived ourselves into believing so? I kept repeating this phrase as I wandered through the old streets of the romantic city. I observed friends in their gatherings, watched the warmth of their affection, and listened to their vibrant adventures, where they enjoyed the peace of support and the warmth of long companionship. Then I turned my gaze to families gathered in public parks, where children ran and played, their laughter rising in melodies that echoed in hearts and eyes how I wished to join them, or those. But I continued my walk until I reached a street devoid of the joy I had seen in other places. It was dark, without gardens, without friends, littered with trash, and surrounded by flies from every direction.
A sense of alienation flowed through my veins, like a heavy guest in a majestic theatre, trying in vain with the dignity of nobility and the resolve of the free. In one corner, I saw a scene that tore my heart and terrified my soul. Two men were fighting, hurling insults like burning stones. With an angry grip, one pushed the other to the ground, then bent to pick up a massive rock, his eyes sparking with fury. At that moment, I realized death was stalking the poor soul. I ran with all my…
