Playing for Keeps

One of those nights

It was a bad night. She never writes unless there's something wrong. All she wants is to be with him. Away from these people, if only for a little while. He's an escape. He's bliss. And she's trapped. You know that feeling you get when you know everyone is looking at you, waiting for your next move? You know because you try to look away, but the stares follow you in the corner of your eye. They're watching you. Taunting. "Drink it." No. Repeat. You freeze and want to scream and slap the reason in the face. It wouldn't be this way if he was here. She hates counting the days, but she has nothing else. She leaves and they whine, but she couldn't care less. There's a happiness luring deep underneath the layers, a certain pride in rejecting their demands. But it's all bittersweet. She did it for him, because she'd never betray his trust. But he can't be there to see it. And it kills her. More than anyone can see or know. But it's all for the better anyway. Because after all, sadness brings strength.

posted by Playing For Keeps @ 11:42 PM