The unheard voice of a guilty heart

Diya's face twisted in a disgusting way after seeing the people standing in front of her. She never wanted to meet them. She wanted nothing to do with them. After all, they were the ones responsible for all her miseries. That is what she taught. She didn't even wanted their shadows to land on her. She always knew that choosing this part of London to further her studies wasn't a very smart move. She knew moving to this city meant trouble. She knew through one way or another, she would have to face this wicked excuse of human beings. However, the reason to pursue her studies in this city overpowered the hatred that she had for those standing in front of her. This very city held a lot of precious, sweet and bitter memories. This was the city where she found happiness, joy, contentment and this is the very city that stripped away everything she had experienced and left her in despair with a broken soul.