Does it happen to you?
She was sitting on the edge of a cliff, or was it just the edge of her bed. She looked around her, papers were scattered everywhere. She expected a storm to come, burst open her window and blow away all her memories, like it always happened in books and movies whenever the protagonist was upset. Looking outside she found it was a warm, sunny day and only a light breeze was playing with the chime right outside her window. It was a beautiful scene.
She looked around her again and thought "but indeed a storm has blown and is still blowing, but it is all inside my head."
She groaned in frustration, slipped from the edge. On the floor, she put her head on her knees and cried. And she cried hard. She gave into all that was hurting her inside.
Eyes laden with tears, head bursting with pain, she raised her head to hear the chime swinging in the breeze and streaks of sunlight dancing on her bedroom floor, and thought no wonder the authors put storm in scenes where the heroine suffered because it was frustrating to feel like a sinking ship in a calm sea, to be so distorted when nothing else was out of place. And to that thought she began to cry again.
After a while when the tears had begun to ebb and her headache was at its peak, she slowly stood up to find that day had been followed by darkness and the warm weather by cold wind. Slowly she began gathering the papers scattered all over and wondered what was it that made her cry in the first place.
The end.
She looked around her again and thought "but indeed a storm has blown and is still blowing, but it is all inside my head."
She groaned in frustration, slipped from the edge. On the floor, she put her head on her knees and cried. And she cried hard. She gave into all that was hurting her inside.
Eyes laden with tears, head bursting with pain, she raised her head to hear the chime swinging in the breeze and streaks of sunlight dancing on her bedroom floor, and thought no wonder the authors put storm in scenes where the heroine suffered because it was frustrating to feel like a sinking ship in a calm sea, to be so distorted when nothing else was out of place. And to that thought she began to cry again.
After a while when the tears had begun to ebb and her headache was at its peak, she slowly stood up to find that day had been followed by darkness and the warm weather by cold wind. Slowly she began gathering the papers scattered all over and wondered what was it that made her cry in the first place.
The end.
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