Whoosh and the cork flew..the champagne came popping out. Everybody raised a toast. She stood alone, right between the crowd but all alone. The food, the drinks, the ambience brought back memories of good old times. She was living a life so much not her own.. The soothing breeze, the cold sand put her into deep thought. The wild ocean beckoned her to give up or was it just her thoughts! Lost and confused, memories started playing with her. Her home, the shop, the laughter, those ice creams, 12 o’ clock celebrations and then the tragic end to a happy family. Her tears started taking a toll over her already moist eyes. Leaving everyone behind, she ran to her room. And her champagne bottle of tears opened....
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