Through the time she lived, she had built some perspectives, which were based on lessons learned the hard way. She never liked the term of "victim of life", she believed being a victim is a choice. For her, life is a constant battle, where we're constantly attacked, after each attack we have the choice of surviving or giving up. She was a fighter, but maybe she was wrong.

A life where everyone talks to you because they are obligated or per pity, that's his life, a life where he is a victim, a real one. A life, where he never knew the meaning of love, friendship or acceptance, this foreign language of kindness and warm hearts. He wished for a life where people won't judge him or fear him, a life where he'll find the perfection he has been seeking all his life, but maybe believing in the beauty of imperfections is a better solution.

The only thing in common between these two opposed persons, is the last thing they'll think of when starting a relationship