In a house on a quiet street, a child’s world was defined by their parents' perpetual disagreements. The arguments were haunting lullabies at night, and exhausting disparities of their mornings. But divorce was an unspoken word, it would never be an option.

So the child grows up with the relentless turmoil. Their fragile soul in the middle of the storm, chips away at every raised voice and bitter exchange, leaving behind scars. Scars forever etched into their heart. The days drag on by, and still, there is no sign of a resolution. 

The child likes to sit in a corner of their room. It allows them to be alone with their thoughts. The child wishes for peace. Maybe one day tears and screams will be replaced with laughter. But the silence following each argument is only another reminder that the heavy winds and thunder hasn’t set. They may never see a light at the end of the tunnel.

So that’s the story of a child trapped between the never-endless storm of their parents’ battle, a tale with no happy ending.