CELINE’s P O V

‘‘I'm tired…’’ While I was leaning against the window of the taxi, and muttering to myself, my voice was filled with the exhaustion of an endless cycle.

‘‘Hey, Miss… are you that exhausted at such a young age?’’ the driver suddenly spoke.

‘‘It’s very tiring to be alive…’’ I mumbled while keeping my eyes shut.

‘‘Yes, life is exhausting in every sense of the word...’’ he stated. ‘‘Dealing with other people and ...