They say that we have a perfect life... Perfect life.
The dark day was the perfect day, but it didn't happen yet so will be the perfect day.
Red waters with the wool floor in that red room, the place she most loved.
The dark will be seen by her, and them? They will see the red around her.
Their tears and her smile because she went where she wanted so much
Their tear, so selfish, never thinking about what she wanted, never asking if she really wanted to be there.
Stupid tears fell in vain for something transient, for a transient sadness. We know that this will end soon. Everyone will back to their perfect lifes and will forget about what happend. And maybe one day they remember the girl with the sad smile and ask themselves how she would be today.
The subject is: there was no way to help her, you tried once and she did it again after years... There was no way to help her to be happy.
