Smoke from the fire obscured her vision, stretching between her, and them , a thick curtain of concealment. The relief she got from the newly-acquired privacy was overwhelming, she leaned back into the chair heaving deep breaths, her breath drier with each inhalation from the freezing cold of winter.
The small tears waiting inside the corners of her eyes could now slide down that smooth white cheek . The fingers which were icy-cold from resting on the grass could now tremble with ease. She could let go of all the caution because no one could see her. She was hidden and it was perfect : just the way she liked it.
It wasn't long before the sweet rhythm of her breathing sounds failed to mask that continuous train of sobs.
She didn't realize how long the water from her eyes kept cleansing her of all the emotions, or how her melancholy figure stood out even from behind those clouds of smoke. She certainly didn't feel anyone's eyes on her , or if she did, she didn't show it.
Time went by, without any clock marking its passage with the characteristic tik-tok.
When her knees lost contact with her face, for the air to caress it in its cold, icy embrace, no one could tell that a storm had gone by inside. The ghosts of her tears were there in her eyes: shining like the stars on sky. Everything had calmed down, from the air to her heart; there was peace everywhere.
The smoke in front of her had cleared and she was standing there unobscured, strong as ever.
The small tears waiting inside the corners of her eyes could now slide down that smooth white cheek . The fingers which were icy-cold from resting on the grass could now tremble with ease. She could let go of all the caution because no one could see her. She was hidden and it was perfect : just the way she liked it.
It wasn't long before the sweet rhythm of her breathing sounds failed to mask that continuous train of sobs.
She didn't realize how long the water from her eyes kept cleansing her of all the emotions, or how her melancholy figure stood out even from behind those clouds of smoke. She certainly didn't feel anyone's eyes on her , or if she did, she didn't show it.
Time went by, without any clock marking its passage with the characteristic tik-tok.
When her knees lost contact with her face, for the air to caress it in its cold, icy embrace, no one could tell that a storm had gone by inside. The ghosts of her tears were there in her eyes: shining like the stars on sky. Everything had calmed down, from the air to her heart; there was peace everywhere.
The smoke in front of her had cleared and she was standing there unobscured, strong as ever.
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