She stood by the window and looked outside the window as the city went to sleep. The thought of him felt bitter but there was a sweet after taste. She sighed, too tired to conjure up an emotion. Accepting the fact that permanence is non existent was the hardest thing she had to do. But when she finally did, there was an overwhelming peace that came with it.
The lights in the city went off, one at a time, at its own pace. She turned around and looked at her king size bed. That big a bed could make a person feel lonely, specially since she knew what it felt like to have someone hold her every night.
She brushed her hair aside, reached over to shut her windows and got into bed. As she drifted off to sleep, a tiny tear fell onto her pillow.
A very small, inconspicuous tear.
The lights in the city went off, one at a time, at its own pace. She turned around and looked at her king size bed. That big a bed could make a person feel lonely, specially since she knew what it felt like to have someone hold her every night.
She brushed her hair aside, reached over to shut her windows and got into bed. As she drifted off to sleep, a tiny tear fell onto her pillow.
A very small, inconspicuous tear.
