Sentimental Moments

The room is dimly lit by the luminescent screen of a single laptop... a lonely fluorescent light out in the hallway feebly adds to the lighting. With a barely tangible breeze filtering through the open window, the early night brings just enough hope of a restful sleep.
She is sitted on a wooden chair, typing away in silence, trying to concentrate with a few select songs. Sounds of a television show are audible, coming out of the room across the hall. Bits of laughter, squeaking chairs, and some murmurs indiscernable smoothly flow in with the somnolent atmosphere...

"Sometimes, I wonder how things would've been if it weren't for that terrible moment. Surely, things would be much better than the way they are now. But no... I am what I am now... and that is because of the changes. More mature than I used to be... perhaps it is a good thing. However, I just cannot forget the past... those precious moments I kept tucked away closest to my heart... my life. Now, they taunt me and constantly take me back to the dark times..."