Breathe Again
#68: Waiting to Exhale
Her short shallow breaths indicated either anticipation or weariness. Her eyes fell on the slow-blinking lights of a bar across the highway and she released a sad sigh. It was definitely weariness. Tired of today. Maybe of the last three months. Maybe of the last three years.
She had spent 2 hours listening to him explain. Things would be better, he said. She nodded while her mind flew. His words sounded right but none of them reached her. She gave an empty smile as his hollow words rang in her ears. Yes, they'll be better. But not with you.
She will leave. Leave the life that has curdled. A deep breath. And then hope.
posted by VivaGlam! at 12:18 AM
3 Comments:
it seems so personal..which makes it sad...fiction always has the exit door to reality...im wondering what it reveals about you...
5:05 PM
I do hope that the sadness has found it's way to oblivion and that hearty smile is slowly crawling back to your angelic face...
8:24 AM
To ACP: You know my answer to your comment.
To Anonymous-O: Hmm. I could've sworn I've posted a response to your comment. Blogger is having hiccups. Anyway, the hearty smile is semi-back. The angelic face is still missing in action. ;)
12:41 AM
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