Chapter 63

(Stolen Treasure.)

Jatray fed Izzy soup while she sat up in bed.

She brushed the pink hair from her forehead and stared into those brown eyes reminiscing on nothing but pain.

There was nolonger a fire there.

The spunk of the woman extinguished to ashes.

Some people skip past the years of childhood and pre-adolosence. Leaping over each hurdle and embracing life with a positive, joyful bliss.

There are some, however, who have knocked so many hurdles over, stumbling through the stages of growth.

Some will rise and pick themselves up, while others will let their mind sit in the heap of their fall.

In Izzy's eyes, Jatray saw that she had lost the strength to fight and she was spreading her bed in that mind of hers, to lie permanently beneath the sheets of her suffering.

"Don't get comfortable there Izzy. It will make you forever distrustful and bitter."

Jatray said to her.

Izzy turned her head to the side and silent tears rolled down her dark cheeks.

Jatray placed the bowl in the tray. L
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