White paint masked the deep scars of grudges and disappointments she had nursed for so long. Behind her were tall, glass windows where the sun’s rays that touched the young girl’s denim jumpers, the newspaper-covered floors and a steel ladder passed through. The afternoon was particularly humid and the room was a perfect canvas.
Angela stared at the bare wall and the wall stared back, like a reflection.
“Rephrase the world,” she muttered.
She stood and splashed her new-found haven with a fresh bucket of paint, freeing infinite possibilities that had once been incubated in hope but chained by fear.
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Breaking Out by KASH
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