You will live betterI am sorry The scars you left have yet to heal ForewordMy first fanfic! Please be easy on me! I took a glance at the seat number. 28A. -Yup, thats the right seat.- After putting away my heavy bags, I lay down on the seat comfortably.Physically, I looked as though I was amazed by the scene outside the window. Buses travelling to and fro. Engineers checking the wings. Luggages being transported here and there.However, in my head, all that flashed through was, "Why", "Why did you do this to me?", "What exactly have I done to deserve this."Im so sick and tired of all these questions haunting me, bugging me continuously. Leaving me with restless nights.© 2011 by chasingdistance. All rights reserved.