"Yesterday all my trouble seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday." – The Beatles
The little girl with red ribbon keeps telling herself the same words, over and over again.
Because that's what she believes.
She believes in yesterday, she just doesn't believes in history.
She believes that everything happens for a reason, she just doesn't believes in coincidence.
She believes in love, she just doesn't believes it would be an easy thing to figure out.
She always does that. She is an easy believer, call her that.
She also believes why it has to be red ribbon upon her head, why not blue? or pink?
Because she believes that red refers to her stories.
Every inch stories she had gone through.
Every stories that had made her to be more woman than she was.
Stories about wrath and regret and how it scratch her heart and the wounds make the blood won't stop bleeding, till today.
Tales about sins, much sins that she creates in order to gain answers from The Almighty.
Then, a bunch of narratives and descriptions about disappointments and fears, and how to put the fake but delicate face under her nose.
Those were not nice, not even once.
But that's real, that happens and that's what the reality is all about.
Sometimes the world is becoming a cruel place.
It was set to shake us, and it succeed to make her faith unsteady.
It wasn't her choice to feel this way.
It's just.. that's what happens when promises broken.
She is an easy believer, call her that.
But once, the promises you made got broken, you will find yourself struggling to deal with the little girl with red ribbon.
Because yesterday has made her becoming a creature that howls at night.
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