Mood:  don't ask
Kiss her goodbye he does.
Their final moments.
Pain for him.
Joy for her.
She knows not that this will be the end of their time.
She knows not.
He leaves for love.
Love for her.
She knows not.
Pain for him.
Joy for her.
She knows not.

Mood:  don't ask
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Eyes prickle with unshed tears.

Pain ripping through her.

A dream shattered by reality.

How can this be?

Silently she sits there, letting the blinding light shine down on her.

Painting a picture of serenity.

The air cast with tension.

Pain.

How can this be?

Voices.

Past.

Present.

Everywhere.

But they could not reach her.

Silently she sits there, letting the blinding light shine down on her.

Years spent hiding.

Years spent lying.

Pretending.

All comes crashing down.

The weight of it all crushes her until it feels as though she can’t breathe.

How can this be?

The question, always there, and yet there is never an answer to it.

Silently she sits there, letting the blinding light shine down on her.