She glances at the person at her left, the tension building up. She grins. She then covers her mouth and giggles. Both she and her conversational partner stare at each other, with happiness etched all over their faces. Talking to each other feels amazing especially after a month of not seeing each other. She grips her phone tight, which shows obvious nervousness. Her partner covers her own mouth and whispers to her ear. They’re no longer smiling, though.
She, like she’d always been, was emotional as her body curled up on the chair beside the foggy window. Her eyes skimmed the glass, tracing prints as her fingers dabbled across. The rain clouded her view and it didn’t help. In fact, it burdened her even more. The rain reminded her of him, of times when they sat beside the fireplace and she would lean on against his shoulder. The rain reminded her of when they sat beneath this old oak tree and those times when they simply stared at each other, fingers intertwined, connected by the chains of love. But the rain also reminded her of the last time she saw him. He was fragile and pretty worn out. “I love you,” he said and finally, he left her crying with his last breath.
And now she sits on this sofa, starring out the window and into the droplets of rain. She would always love him. She would always love the boy who had became her bestfriend and lover … the boy who once gave her the moon and stars.
She tugged her jacket closer towards her heaving chest as the rain splashed and dripped; pitter-pattering all over her. She shivered at the droplets and her chin quivers at its touch. It was too much for her to handle. She walks down the cold, mud-splashed road, with blinking streetlights looming above. She abruptly stops and now she hears the rain like a roaring lion.
Alone, she thought. I am a l o n e …
And like a cold shivering tulip, she hugs herself; leaving pieces of her as she falls to the ground.
She sits on the cold windowsill, her fingers curled around a cup of hot coffee. She stays blank as she watch the birds fly off towards fallen branches, their fragile feathers dripping wet with the rain. Her breaths become heavy and her chest starts heaving up an down. She creates a mark on the glass as she sigh and her eyes droop to a sad curve. How did everything turn out to be so wrong? She then wrap herself with a mask of hopelessness and drifted herself away from r e a l i t y.
She sank in her bed, her knees failing to support her. Her hair was mess and her dress was crumpled. She didn’t care though, as her dark eyeliner dribbled down her face. Her hands, oh those tiny shaky hands, were curled around a white paper envelope. How could he… She whispered to herself as she tore the paper apart. And as she did, paper fragments crippled down, together with the words of forever inked within those now forgotten letters.