A Day Spent Doing Nothing 1

It was middle of the monsoon under the heavy thunderstorms a girl open her diary and pen in her hand in her whole world. it just like the world would stop around her. a peace that makes one feel warmth. but if you see a little close, you would see a thunderstorm in her eyes which bring your worst nightmare ever . seeing her makes wonder what would a 23 year old would think that makes one feel peace when looked from far but fear to the one who look closer.

We all wonder what's in the diary she holds made her sit like this but if you look the page she read you would know the agonising pain she is going through. the hand which hold the pen is so tight which could break the pen any moment. To us it looks she just having a calm time not wondering about the heavy rain but only she knows the time around around her was frozen.and she is lost in her mind

She is standing in front of the tomb of "Mr.Sullivan" with blood shed eyes with no tears to cry. she kneels in front of him the man who used his all heart to mold a heart for her shattered one. It was not broken once to fix, its broken thousand times that it will be fixed anymore. Yet when whole world abandoned her, he melted her heart and used his own heart to mold it to make it double stronger. Time stood still for her. The sun slowly sets welcoming the night. yet, she didn't move.

The whole night the darkness did not made her move,the pain from her knees was not even felt, the growling from her stomach was not heard by her. her bloodshed eyes didn't even blink. if you look into her eyes it was like endless sea you could never find your way. The sudden rain made her surrounding more dark, the shrieking sounds of the bird didn't disturb her, the raindrops were dripping from her drenched hair and clothes. Its like the world is crying instead of her. Yet she knelt like the time frozen. She knelt there doing nothing like nothing matters to her.

After 3 days and night she blinked her eyes which made a teardrop which barely escaped her eyes yet she didn't even cry. She stood up, her legs barely hold her yet she gave a full bow towards the tomb and walked away never turning back taking every steps slowly as if she is not sure where to go back. Everyone couldn't help but wonder what made her move when everything they did didn't worked. Watching her walk steady when she could barely stand with her energy. Everyone who present her today wont forget the girl who knelt in front of a tomb for 3 days and nights in the heavy rain doing nothing but leaving only a teardrop.

People who knew Mr.Sullivan wouldn't help but wonder what did the 27 year man did to the 19 year old girl to knelt in front of his tomb. They couldn't help but wonder why and whom she was to him. They couldn't help but ask "who was the girl?" But little did not know only two people can answer. Where one they can never ask and the other one they can never find.

The breaking sound of the pen brought her mind back. She hold the diary tightly to her heart with blood dripping hands a tear left eye one after another it didn't stop for a long time. After a while, the girl calm herself and open the diary to read with a clear mind now. because it time to move, her frozen time is melting away she wants to do the one thing, she always wanted before it completely melts away.