One Last Look

4

Tears.
Why? Don't ask me, I don't know.
I never know.
It's as if my usual sunny skies are overtaken by a storm.
Everything I thought I knew is torn apart by doubt.
Every relationship, every good moment, every loving word, clouded over and tainted by fears of whether or not it was real or all just a facade.
I'm not trying to be dramatic, this is all very real to me, and yet it seems everyone I care about thinks I'm faking it for attention.
I always feel so alone.
I wonder if the sun will ever shine again.

Then came Ben.
Whenever he was around, everything felt okay. He shooed away the dark, and brought life with him wherever he went. He gave me the strength I needed to carry on.
I don't know what I'd do without him.

*back to narration*

El was sitting in her room, curled up in a corner with a tear stained pillow.
The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sun and causing the room to be cast in gloomy pallor.
Blankets and clothing and books scattered haphazardly about.
She just didn't have the energy to clean, or even motivation to move.
She felt empty inside, yet her head felt like it would burst.
She couldn't stop thinking.

Then came a knock on the door.