Elena
At the end of the alley, under the dim light of a streetlamp, Lena sat. The rain poured down mercilessly. Her clothes were torn, her knees aching, and her tears mingled with the rain—no one could tell them apart. She hugged her knees and said in a broken voice, "Why me? What have I done?" The city around her went on as usual: lights, cars, people… and no one noticed that a soul was being broken.
About Elena
At the end of the alley, under the dim light of a streetlamp, Lena sat. The rain poured down mercilessly. Her clothes were torn, her knees aching, and her tears mingled with the rain—no one could tell them apart. She hugged her knees and said in a broken voice, "Why me? What have I done?" The city around her went on as usual: lights, cars, peo...Read more