She encountered two people who lived lives parallel to her own. The brokenness of her childhood had made her passive and quiet inside, leaving her feeling powerless. She had grown used to keeping to herself. She didn't know when it began, but it seemed she had already accepted reality. When it came to love, there was still a chance, however tiny, that she might meet someone who moved her. How long would it take before she could believe again?
(I have a bit of social anxiety, and I'm working hard on my writing...)
Theme: It is warmth that makes us want to draw close.
