So, this was how if felt.
Not to have someone coming back. It was cloudy, grey, and windy day. It’s almost like the earth knew how she felt.
Even the house still crowded with people, she felt there was a huge vacuum after she pushed the door. It’s like a hollow and dry hole. That then she walked into the room, not turning on the lamp.
The messiness didn’t bother her anymore. She felt that only the solid darkness was the best companion. She, again, only sat down reclinate on the door, embraced her legs, and closed her eyes.
So, this was how it felt.
To steel a self and a heart and only left that woman there, while she had to go back to this strange house altogether with her families. Why couldn’t she feel anything that time?
Was she relieved, was she gloomy, was she yearning, was she angry?
She was trying hard to reckon her own feelings until tears dropped and she eventually sobbed. As someone heard it and forced her to let them came in, her sob weeping became louder. As if their hugs couldn’t salve her.
So, this was how it felt, to be sad, a deeply wounded sad.