Broken

Huuu...
Plop.

The breaking of silence. But for the slight chest movement, one would think that kneeling figure was a corpse. Head thrown back, chest upwards, she let go a howl of anguish. A howl, that by no means broke the silence. Head bowed, a whimper escapes.

Huuu...
Plop.
Plop.

She feels the salty tracks making its way down her face. Yet, she could muster no strengh to do naught but sniff. In her head, the ringing persist. Her ears, heard only the harsh shallow breathing of hers. Her heart, seemed to have stop beating. In her eyes, the scene replayed.

She ran. She ran towards that silhouette a few strides ahead. Running as fast as she could, trying her best to catch up. She caught a hand. Time stopped. A face she had come to know, admire and adore, turned to her. With a blank expression, she tore away the hand. Stumbling, she fell. In a split second, that face, that silhouette, was gone. She forged ahead, hoping to get her again, hoping she would turn back. She never did.

And so she fell, fell with both knees on the ground. The darkness closing in, enveloping her.

Clang!

The sound of a heart breaking.

She held her hands palms side up. She feels nothing but the shattering of her heart. The warmth that she once bathed in, replaced by the cold dank bitterness of rejection.

Huuu...
Plop.
Plop.

All that remains, all that i have left, is the pool of tears slowly gathering. Time has no meaning, in this vortex of emptiness. In this space where up is down, down is up, nothing is everything and everything is nothing. All there is, is pieces of a whole, and a hole in my chest.