There she is. Her thick dark hair is pulled back from her face in a no nonsense fashion. She sits in the packed theater next to her friends watching a movie that was just supposed to be about a bunch of hot guys. But here and now, in the least likely of moments, she finds a tear running down her cheek.
Sometimes something random in the middle of everything will remind her of him. It doesn’t have to be the sound of his name. Or that bittersweet moment when his favorite song finds itself on the radio on her way to work. Those things are obvious, but she’s learning day by day how to not to let those moments to break her barriers.
Every time someone brings up where he is now or the man he used to be, she just smiles and nods, but still the sadness always manages to seep through her eyes.
Sometimes she thinks about calling him up. Just to see how he’s doing.
Better?
“No,” She thinks shaking her head in the dark theater, swimming in sadness alone in this sea full of people. “He’s not better.”
“That dream you dream for him?" she thinks scolding herself, “That kind of thing only happens in the movies.”
Not this movie though. This movie caused reality to slap her in the face and knock that silly daydream from her head. She’s left feeling helpless, unable to be a life raft for the man who at one time, nay, who even now holds a piece of her heart.
So she does the only thing she can think of. The thing that she’s been reminded to do all her life. The only thing that keeps her sane at moments like this.
She looks towards the ceiling in that dark theater, and she prays.
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