a drop of rainShe had been standing still for a very long time. Long enough for the moon to rise above the horizon, and slide a good half way across the sky. But this wasn't unusual, nor was it something her family prodded her about anymore. She stood still as a bronze statue in that dark room, lit only by the slight moon light seeping in through the curtains. Her arms stayed by her side and were beginning to get numb from disuse. She barely noticed for she was no longer really there.
Her eyes fixated on the houses outside her apartment but she seemed to be seeing something else entirely. Her eyes were far away, searching for something deep inside herself: searching for the truth. Images of him, her grandmothers and her childhood home came to her so sharply and fiercely that they cut deep into her one by one…cut deep into old wounds that instead of being tended to, had been left to rot. The vividness of the memories that tortured her was the only thing that brought her still body to life in that da