Closure (3)

The dream haunted her more than she thought it would. A friend asked, "What's wrong?". I'm okay, was her answer. "You look so distant." another question. I just didn't get a goodnight sleep, that's all. It's true. Although she wouldn't mention why. The truth was, her nightmare sessions seemed to eat her up inside. There was a hollow empty space that she never knew existed inside her heart. A hollow empty space she never knew starting to develop inside her heart. A hollow empty space that sucked her happiness right out of her. I know that I have been lonely all this time, but I've never felt this empty before. Never.... She suddenly ran to the back of her office, entered one of the toilet booth and shocked at the feeling of her fingers that touched the wet streak of tears down her cheeks. What is this? What is this feeling? That was the tenth time for these past few months that she had done the exact same thing. Burst into tears all of a sudden at people's questions of her feelings or condition. Her hands trembling. Her breath seemed to be caught in her chest. She choked and started to sob. Ten minutes had passed. Her tears had stopped. She took a deep, deep breath and wipe away the remaining of tears on her cheeks. I'm okay. I'm fine. She stepped out of the booth and look into the mirror on top of the counter. She straightened her body and walk out of the toilet as if nothing happened. No one has ever saw her cry. And no one ever will....