Battlefield

I can live happily without him, she was confident..But when she looked around her confidence shook she was bold enough though.. But after he left her soul froze... Her muscle became stiff, her  heart started aching n she in dilemma of death and life...getting nostalgic, years of togetherness trolled in her eyes shedding the love drops..no one really knows her state of trauma each drops seems like finding the exact true answers of her numerous questions that were holding her tight but the answers were not in sight..... Slowly her emotions turned her into a warrior, she was happy when he spoiled her lipstick but today her red eyes clearly say they want revenge of spoiling her mascara and of that big dark circles...time has turned and the war has begun...chess men's are now on field.. Ready to take chance and beat player of life to make each pawn a powerful queen...it was never the game of thorns.. The game of faith and lie instead, which turned into a battlefield... The one who will win will be a loser indeed. The loser will not believe the myth...!