Of love and being neglected

The shades of crimson playing peekaboo with the dark monstrous clouds, creating havoc on the canvas. A few high rises and the eucalyptus trees in its silhouette avatar completed the frame. Naina took the flight of stairs and ran to catch a glimpse of the fading light amongst all of this. It had been quite some time since she had gone out and the gush of fresh air felt good. Adrenaline rushed through her as she remembered the days when she would be ready to go out at any time. Netra, on the other hand, was not so lucky and was still within the dark and damp dungeons for a few months straight now. She began to question her very existence. Is it worth living this way, she often questioned herself. A life not loving oneself is not worth living she had heard someone say. But then quitting is the easy way out. Fighting is where the challenge lay. The fight to reclaim their space. Something had caused both to change. Something. Was it the arrival of someone else, or just not being loved enough......