Fight Part Four
The days began to go by even faster, as if they secretly knew that the night time is what she dreaded. She kept herself busy. There was always something to do, someone to see or something to take care of. Better to be consumed with the things around her than to allow herself to become trapped inside her own head. There were moments where she saw glimpses of hope. She would hear a baby giggle in the grocery store, or steal a smile from a stranger. For a moment, these things reminded her that things could be okay. But they were short-lived, for she lacked the strength to keep them alive for very long. She didn’t know how to force such a feeling anymore. Reality was becoming strangely blurred with what could be or should be. She felt the pull inside of her as her heart was tugged in two different directions, raging a war that never seemed to rest. She felt it, but she refused to show it. Not while it was daylight at least. Now while anyone could see.
She was only fooling herself. He saw her all along. The more she tried to cover it up, the more transparent it was to him. He watched her from a distance as she went about her day to day. His insides violently ripped to pieces as he watched her tireless effort. Every once in a while he would catch her eye but would find hers shifting directions to avoid his. She briskly walked up to him to give him a firm hug as to advert any suspicion before she headed out the door once again. “Thank God he can’t see,” she thought to herself. He held on a little longer than she wanted and as she pulled away he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “If only she could see…” he thought as her eyes moved on from his and she rushed out the door praying that she could uphold her makeshift strengh.
