She stepped forward in the rain. It felt unpleasantly chilly to her; against the warmth of the tears on her cheeks. It is cold, she thought- but not colder than an indifferent heart. The rain engulfed her in its relentless downpour. It was not worse than the downpour in her own heart though. Each drop of rain struck her sharp like a needle. She was drenched. Drenched in memories- once beautiful, now painful.
'I want to be free!!!' She cried.
The warmth of the tears wasn't enough to shield her from the cold. It was the indignant, hateful, unforgiving fire in her heart, she thought- that soothed her. The fire she knew was in fact burning her instead of warming.
Embracing the cold is the only way. There will be warmer days, she hoped as she shivered.
Good one !!!!
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