Maybe Tomorrow

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On Sunday finally, the longing to step into the light grew so strong that every fiber in her body began to tingle. She braced herself for the step forward, smiled a smile so bright that it could
rival the sun itself, took a deep breath and…

Submitted: February 26, 2018

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Maybe Tomorrow


Shadows and light, light and shadows. So close and yet so far from each other. One cannot exist without the other and yet, the light always seems to shine so much brighter. They say: “You always want what you can’t have.” And that is something she understands better than anyone.

She can’t remember, if she ever had a name but everyone just called her “The Girl in the Shadows”, for that’s exactly what she was.

A silent girl, always watching, observing everything and everyone around her without ever being seen herself.

There once was a time, where she had friends and happiness and courage but just like the memory of her name, the memory of those times slowly faded away. All that remained was a faint feeling of loss and sadness paired with the burning desire to step forth, just one tiny step, bringing her closer to the lights she once called her home.

If she closed her eyes and concentrated hard enough, she could almost feel the rays of sunlight touching her, caressing and warming her face. A smile would then appear on that face and her whole body would sing ‘I am ready! What are you waiting for?’ She’d prepare herself, shoulders back, chin up, confidence growing inside her like a blossoming flower. But every time she’d open her eyes, reality would come crashing in, mocking her coldly and almost cruelly without a trace of mercy.

She’d sigh then a little disappointed, weight of the world making her shoulders slump once again. So close and yet so far. “It’s okay”, she’d tell herself, “I’m not ready yet. Maybe tomorrow.”

Some days, she didn’t even bother getting up because the world didn’t seem worth her trouble. Would she feel better leaving the shadows? Was the effort it took to find out really worth it? Surly not.

Other days, she was almost content where she was. She still felt alone and a little gloomy but at least the shadows accepted her, they always had her back and never asked questions.

On Monday, the girl saw people smiling and dancing. She also witnessed a heated argument and a sweet kiss. And while a part of her was longing to interact with other people and to take part in all the emotions as well, the bigger part of her was content staying hidden, just observing.

On Tuesday, it was raining heavily and therefor most people were grumpy and didn’t bother to slow down on their way to their desired destinations. The girl in the shadows sighed and observed a few birds that didn’t mind the grey weather at all.

The next day, a Wednesday this time, brought out the sun once more. The atmosphere grew warmer and people were smiling and generally enjoying their lifted spirits. That day, the girl didn’t feel like doing anything and no amount of laughter, singing birds or colorful butterflies could change her mind. The shadows were quiet and lay a blanket over her with a cold but gentle smile, sensing her bad mood and trying to make her more comfortable. She appreciated it silently.

On Thursday, everyone looked at her weirdly and laughed behind her back. At least that’s what it felt like. But the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed that she was just imagining things. For she still lived deeply in the shadows and was simply not interesting enough to attract any attention. Still, she kept her head down that day, just to be safe. Even the shadows seemed to whisper and gossip about her today, prompting her to keep more quiet than usual and just hoping for Friday to arrive.

Friday was full of contrast. It wasn’t warm but not exactly cold either. The sun didn’t shine very brightly but yet it wasn’t dark. It was humid but not raining. The people were much the same way: they wore half-smiles and interacted hesitantly as if they were unsure whether they were allowed to do so. The girl found a little cat that day and took it home. It was neither thin nor fat, fur soft but not overly so. When she petted “her” cat, it was purring and smiling at the girl, blinking lazily with one yellow and one green eye. It kept her warm that night.

On Saturday, the girl was too busy caring for her newfound friend to observe the people around her or to bother with anyone looking. She also talked to the little ball of fur, referring to it as “my little ray of sunshine”, for the cat brought a lot of joy to her. When evening came, the girl realized she couldn’t keep the cat because it already belonged to someone else and went home eventually.

On Sunday finally, the longing to step into the light grew so strong that every fiber in her body began to tingle. She braced herself for the step forward, smiled a smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself, took a deep breath and…
…took a step backwards when she felt a raindrop hitting her nose. The girl sighed bone-deep and sat down on the floor dejectedly.

Today would not be the day to step into the light. Maybe tomorrow.  


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