The air lingered with the heavy hearts and souls of everyone that night. Tears rained all around. Dorothy had never felt such sadness, such gloom, and Yet, her face was blank, empty, too tired of crying to shed a tear. Tired, tired of all the empty condolences, tired of seeing all those sorry faced people; she left without saying a word, not that there was anything to be said. While walking to her apartment later that evening, she slowly came to a stop to view the lake. She never really took a liking to lakes, but this one always managed to catch her attention. In this lake, (once again) was the beautyful reflection of the moon and dazzling stars. Only, she wasn't looking at the moon's reflection, rather, her own reflection. To her, all she could see was her face that knew only gloom and sorrow. The walk back home left her just as empty as when she left, and once entering her apartment, she quickly threw herself onto the bed, clinging so tightly to the covers that it seemed that if she let go, she would wither away into the dark abyss named grief. Almost as if the moment couldn't worsen, it began to rain. Dumbfounded by its abrupt start, Dorothy stumbled towards the widows ledge, gazing off at the droplets that came to greet her by the glass. She watched as the drops of water collected, slowly turning into small rivers. Her eyes followed as the little river streamed into the lake, the same lake, that reminded her of what she had become, grief, truly consumed her. Hot tears fell down her rosy cheeks, swollen eyes, and like the rain, the tears gathered into small rivers, rivers of pain, the pain of the suffocating amount of loneliness.
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Daisy
General FictionDorothy has never felt such grief, such sorrow. She doesn't know why she keeps finding her self at this lake, but little did she know that this lake had what she was looking for, and was just at her reach.(short story)
