Don't you know how much you're loved?
Tears cascaded down her cheeks, the lump in her throat making it difficult to breathe. It was hard to believe such words. She doubted anyone would ever fall so low to love her, care for her. Ada only saw herself as a hassle and nothing else. Left and right she saw genuine love, from those with families, close friends as they held onto each other to survive but she was none of that, not to anyone and would never be. Why would anyone choose to love her? If anything they just pitied her.









