She looked once more at the mountains, now covered in darkness. She saw the first star come out and thought that she had had a good life; she had been born and would die in a place she loved, even though it seemed that her love was unrequited, but what did that matter? Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.It was all a matter of control. And choice.
Nothing more nothing less.
One thing I can tell you with absolute certainty; life can seem either very long or very short, according to how you live it.
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