She walked barefoot all night, wondering if she would ever be stopped by anyone. One strap of her dress was slipping down her shoulder. The wind was merciless to the red chiffon fabric gently wrapped around her body.
The first hour it felt nice to be left alone, now it was terrifying.
Hours ago, she had left the party silently and unarmed, avoiding people to avoid questions. This hadn't been a happy day. She couldn't define a happy day and if she couldn't be happy even on this day, then would she ever be happy?
Every effort felt useless and worthless. To force a smile, a bitter laugh is hard when you're stomach is tied up in knots.
Everyone else, she thought, they were fooling themselves, The women were acting like they were on uppers with side effects; filled with delusions and morbid jealousy anytime their husbands talked to a woman other than themselves. As for the husbands, they were worthless pricks in suits with unbearable alcoholic breaths.
She thought about the man who escaped an asylum a few days back and how he froze to death. A life gone to waste. Maybe not a good one, but it was still a life.
Having her sanity intact, how much would she put up with before she gave up?
Explain to me, but don't trust in me that I will understand
She walked till she came to the bridge. From the bridge she looked down the river with the seven streams.
The streams were so strong and loud. The more she stared into the streams, the more her thoughts were silenced and dispersed into the water...
E.Y
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