Forget

Later that night she sat in a corner of her room, huddled, her room was cold but she was colder inside. A tear rolled down her soft pale cheek; another followed. And another. She sat there for a long time, until she was sure time has stopped for her.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror – she wondered how long this would go on. How long she would let this happen to her…
She hated feeling like this – helpless. All she wanted was to get away. Forget. If that was possible she was willing to trade her soul for it. But that wasn’t going to happen, she might as well face it. Walking slowly she splashed water on her face and it felt better, much better.