She emerged from hiding finally, on a day when everyone wasn't looking. As the rising sun caught her hair, it shone gloriously like the stone pavement after a heavy rain. There she stood frozen, in the golden orbs of light, drenched by the torrents of her misery and in a puddle of tears. But nobody saw her. As they pushed past her carelessly in the hallways, no longer gazing in admiration at the beauty she always was, she held her breath, counting. Let me disappear, let me disappear.
She did. Sitting in the centre of the class, she tried to think of only the good things in her eighteen year old life, everything before he had happened. But in her mind she faced only a brick wall of yesterday, it seemed like this was all that remained of her past. Everything had strangely become made of only him. He was everything that had gone by, everything that was gone. Yet she could still smell his favourite cologne in her nostrils, hear his laughter in the wind, feel his hand crumpled into hers. But as she flung herself across the wall, looking for the rise and fall of his chest to rest her tired head on, she was met with only his stubborn back - the back he'd turned to her the day he walked away. Their hands no longer fit the way they used to.
Inhale. Closing her ashen eyelids, sore from containing the water swelling up from the numbness that had replaced the pain within, she embraced sorrow as it pummeled into her, just before she slipped back into its familiar folds of regret and heartbreak.
The world never saw her again.
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