She dragged herself out of bed, walked to the mirror – swollen eyes and a withered smile. Splashed her face with cold water in hope of reducing the stinging pain. Then drooping under the sheer weight of the anxiety that reigned over her body and mind, she made her way back to the pillows.
“He ain’t coming back here. He left for good this time.”
Barely opening her heavy eyelids, she looked up at the concern of her best friend.
“I know,” she asserted just as the crepuscular rays crept out and illuminated the gloomy darkness outside her window and uplifted the pensive melancholy inside her mind.
She smiled – an action that seemed so unfamiliar, almost foreign.
“Sometimes a ray of hope is all one needs to go on…”
– Rutuja R.
NaPoWriMo – Day One
Blink of Ink 
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