The Light Is Gone.

Her footsteps start slowing down, her breathing is heavy. No sound, no human, no nothing. She is just standing here, amidst the grass that has grown so long it reaches her knees. Looking around she sees nothing. She starts moving again, but to where, she does not know. Under the great big sky, the moon shines down upon her, it is her only light. She looks up, squinting her eyes, she sees the sky lightened with what seemed thousands of stars, each twinkling brightly, dignified.

"So unlike my life," She whispers softly. "So unlike." And before she knows it, her face contracts, her chest tightens, a lump raises in her throat and she starts to whimper, trying to hold back the tears. She realizes then, there is no one but herself, to see her tears. No one she has to hide it from. So one by one she lets the tears roll down her cheek. This feeling has become a stranger to her, the feeling of relief. She felt like nothing mattered, and that her fears, her worries, dropped with her tears. That feeling between crying and not crying, where she felt nothing. Nothing at all. Just staring at the horizon, standing there, not holding back as she had done all these years.

A howl from the distance brings her back to reality. She is almost startled. Then the reality hits her again.

She must go on. She does not know where to, but she must. Rubbing her nose, wiping her tears, she takes a deep breath. She starts moving again. She does not know. She does not know anything.

She stops again. Where will this take her? What was the purpose of this? Why was this happening? What was the point?

She feels hopelessness set across her face. She clasps the roots of her hair in desperation. What now?

And then, the clouds, they start burying the moon deep beneath them.

The hysteria building up inside her is almost too much.

"No..." She cries softly.