No one is coming
“No one is coming.” Shard told herself as she cried alone on her bed on a Thursday cloudy afternoon. She desperately wanted to go back to her old self, when she could focus on the bright side of life. Somehow she wanted to fight off her shadows, anger and pain but her tears betrayed her. She called out and cried out but no one could hear her. She tried to grab a helping hand but no one was offering one. She lied still on her bed, watched her tears slid across her nose and down to her cheek. She pushed herself to wait for someone to save her. The seconds felt like hours and minutes felt like days. Right there, she understood that she was alone and that no one was coming. She sat up, wiped her tears and blew her nose. She stared at the window and figured out that a good liar can never be seen crying. She stood up and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Shard’s conviction is that water can be a make up to cover the traces of her tears.