She stands up in a posture fabricated with false pride.
She hears the footsteps get louder and quicken pace.
She hears her name being emanated from the other side of the door.

The other side she never wants to accept.

She pushed down the sleeves of her shirt and seperated the strands of her hair that were stuck to the tears spilt over a lost cause…...

Why couldn’t she just walk away?

Why couldn’t she tear through her broken words?

There’s loud thumping on the doors, her mouth is sealed with her faith and trust.

All the sounds seem distant now, a weak smile plays on her face…......