A pat in the heart

the wind lifted her hair off her shoulders and reminded her yet again that she has yet to have a well deserved hair cut. she pulled the red ribbon from her pocket and tied her hair into a messy
ponytail. she gazed at herself in the glass in front of her as she stood by the train door waiting to get off 2 stops later. she looked more tired today, the bags under her doll like blue eyes
reminding her she hasn’t slept continuously for 48 hours and realizing she hasn’t cared for her skin the way she used to in a very long while.

she let the wind play with her hair. the softness of the breeze felt almost like his fingers as it grazed her open back. she shuddered at the thought of being at his touch again. it would be a lie
if she said she was in a better place now. she wasn’t depressed, but she sure wasn’t happy.

she glided by the open train doors and onto the station platform. she stood there, pushed by the moving crowd, motionless. after what seemed like a good 20 minutes, she made her way through the
main gates and onto the main road. she crossed the road and walked into the café she basically lived in now.

she took her usual seat by the far corner and almost immediately she was greeted with warm coffee. she felt grateful that someone at all took the time to notice the minute details about her. she
sipped at her coffee as she thought about the broken promise she made herself the first day she walked into this very cafe and sat at this very seat. i’m not going to fall in love. i don’t want to
hurt. but she did. she fell in love. and now she is hurting. she read somewhere heartbreak feels like someone shot u silently in the heart, like a slow motion car crash where you watch yourself
dying but you can’t do anything about it. but it is actually just a pat in the heart, a gentle reminder that falling in love is like opening a deep wound to dust and dirt, letting in the germs,
swelling the wound from inside out until an ugly, painful scar is left on her once clear skin.