She takes a deep breath out.
Stares at the crowd.
A moment of silence.
‘What a great story!’ one of them shouts.
They thought it was magnificent, all without a doubt.
In a crowded place with thousands of faces,
she notices one.
He was the quiet one with the face stun.
The one who looked out of the ordinary.
The only one who felt sorry.
He walks towards her and says:
‘I could sense the pain in your voice.
I understand how it feels like to live in a world with no choice.
Lets go for a walk and I’ll tell you a little story.
A story that might give you some glory.
I once felt exactly the way you did and I know how hard can it can be.
But when you decide to speak up, you will be free.
I understand that you feel lonely but you’re letting that kill you.
Making it permanent.
You can’t have every matter in your own hands.
You have to leave it to where it stands.
That’s the sad news but don’t let that matter affect you.
Although I am a stranger, know that I am here for you.’
Time flying by and they start to become more close.
She’s twenty-one and now married to that man.
Life going better than her plan.
She has a loving husband and a beautiful little child.
What more could she ask for?
A year later, her mother took her last breath.
‘I’m sorry that I haven’t treated you the best and did not put effort to make you happy.
I’ve never realized that until you got married.
That smile on your face looked as though you have released the pain you long carried.
I know sorry isn’t enough but I want you to know that I’ve always loved you.’
The sadness turns into happiness and mistakes are being realized.
Those coal hearts starting to turn mild.
Standing up no matter how much people try to push her down.
Even if it feels like she’s about to drown.
She sits outside her window, watching the rain pour.
She starts to think to herself:
‘Life is this big, gigantic, stupid mess. That’s probably the beauty of it too.
I always felt as though life was so dark and dull.
Felt as if I could never find hope.
But now I’m come to a conclusion:
With time and patience,
Life will remember me.’