Bruised and broken, she sits under the light of the moon, her only friend for years. Wrapped up in her blanket it almost seems like she is safe from it all. “I can’t,” she tells herself at night. And so she hides herself from the world, convinced that she will be better off alone. Alone, but safe, she thinks. Safe, it seems like a completely alien idea that her mind can barely understand. A gentle breeze makes its way through the window and brushes against her skin as if meaning to comfort her. She pulls down her sleeves, but the wind has little to do with her gesture.
The scars on the outside are but mere scratches compared to the wounds inside. Thinking about all the memories, she feels a sharp pain in her chest and clasps her hand to the locket that rests against her chest. His touch, his laugh, his smile, they all crash against her mind as the tide against rocky cliff until she feels she will drown. For a moment she allows herself to drown in his memory until it becomes too much to bear. She closes the locket, sealing away his memory. Her vision blurs and she convinces herself that, for now, she will sleep. The silence closes around her and darkness envelops her gently, hiding her tears from the world.
