The afternoon sunlight penetrated through the closed windows, illuminating a rather simple designed room.
The room was in a bit of a mess as things were scattered on the floor and even on the bed.
An eighteen-year-old young lady was sitting at the edge of the bed looking down at the box with 'weakness' written on top of it.
She is Harper Morton, and should have been in her third-year college.
She was wearing a bonnet and she was visibly pale and thinner in frame.
Despite those flaws, her beauty was undeniable, she looked like an angel right now in a picturesque look while she sat there with a little smile on her lips.
Despite it being a smile, her light blue eyes were filled with sadness and in it was also the regret.
She couldn't help but sigh as she looked towards her table and there, she saw her picture back when she just graduated in high school.
This girl in the picture looked very much different from her.
She has this curly hair reaching her elbows and her eyes are sharp.
She had on some makeup that is too strong to look at.
She even had a band aid on one side of her face and her clothes were some loose shirt and jeans matching it with a hoodie.
Her aura looks far different than the person she is right now and while looking at it she couldn't help but to chuckle bitterly.
She was a rebellious young one back then.
Fighting in the streets, being part of a gang and coming home with new wounds every day.
Her father could only drink in sorrow because of this and her mother could only cry in defeat.
Her brothers were hurt because of her but every time this happens, she always thinks that it is because they are weak. They couldn't protect anything properly.
As she kept thinking about this, the real her became more and more enclosed in her own shell.
Hiding all the pain and fear.
Hiding away from everything until she became the person, she was a year ago. It is where her life took a turn, everything changed when she found out that she was sick with leukemia.
At first, she was in denial then slowly she could only cry.
Her life was closing its end.
And then her past doings came back to her.
All those things she could have stopped and all those things she could have prevented.
All those lives she could have changed if she chose differently and all those futures they could have had if she just took courage and stepped in.
She chuckled again, "Yes, if only I stepped in but I was a coward. A coward who hides behind her fighting capabilities and tough look. But was actually someone who cries herself to sleep."
*KNOCK KNOCK*
A knock interrupted her thoughts and she wiped away from her face all the sadness and regrets plastered in it.
"Hey, honey. Time for your meds."
