..The room's floor messed with used tissue papers spoke of her sickness.
Condolence was no more her type of thing. Though she always craved for it. Craved it only from that one person.
Time passed and with every click hitting like a hammer crushed her throbbing head into tiny bits.
One click here and thousand pieces there.
The immense silence had now started to sting her ears.
'Why didn't you sleep?' He asked worriedly believing that sleeping might have had relieved her.
Sleep always relieved her.
'I couldn't. I tried. I ended up being more frustrated.'
She sunk her pale face into her palms to hide blood-red eyes.
'Have a walk. Give it one more try after it. '
He suggested a solution.
'It is not always easy to escape. It is not always easy to sleep. It is not always easy to forget. I can have my sickness cured but who will stop the inner decomposition?'
She whispered and sat up to go out in the balcony.
