414 Warmth Of Strangers (1/2)

Xiu arrived at the office about thirty minutes late but Dylan was even late than her. She thought it was a good thing that Dylan was late otherwise he'd ask a million questions and she wasn't in the mood to answer anything. She really had a rough morning.

Why did she have so many things to do?

It seemed like her life was filled with troubles of all kinds now.

But as much as she found these troubles bothersome, she still enjoyed being part of these troubles.

Weird, right?

Like who would actually call troubles as enjoyment?

But since her morning had already started on a troublesome note, she decided to face another bitter truth.

Her hand dug inside the purse and pulled out the envelope which had the second letter written to her by Destiny. Instead of hesitating as she did with the first one, she just opened it and read...

'Dear Goddess Xiu,

Today is the second time I had the urge to write a letter to you even though I still hadn't sent the first one. I think I won't post this one either. Then why am I writing again? I just feel like talking to someone and I don't know why I want that someone to be you.

Writing the first letter, I didn't know where or how to begin. It seems easy this time though.

How are you? Because I'm not feeling fine at all.

Today I lost my mother...'

Xiu's hand trembled as she read that sentence. She lifted her hand to touch her neck. She was sweating. It was autumn right now and yet, she was sweating so much. Her body felt the cold shivers. Why did this sentence affect her so much?

She placed the letter on her desk and drank water before continuing to read further...

'I'm not telling you this to make you pity me. I don't want pity. Everyone in the hospital already gave me enough pitiful eyes. It's getting on my nerves now.

I might be sixteen but I'm stronger than most people think I am. And recently, I've come across a very interesting mentor, who taught me that, ”The damage life can bring to one's soul is far less than death can do.”