there were fights and such, but that don't matter now. everyone has their moments.
she waited at the corner of the bright lit room, alone, hoping for any presence to walk in to "save her". was it that bad until she needed to be saved? waiting for that one guy she has known all along, that has always been with her, that has always caught her tears, that has always listen to her silence. where is he now? how much longer does she have to wait?
maybe it's time to stop hoping and move forward. she finally decided to get up and started walking towards the exit. the doorknob turned but it was not her who did it. she wonders who could be on the oth