The Room

It was one of those days that was filled with happiness. At Least the happiness that lasted for a little while. She sat in the corner of the room, hoping that he would notice her. He sat on the other end of room, laughing joyously at something her sister said. Unrequited love, her mother had told her, "unrequited love", she had said, "is the bane of everybodies existence". She had laughed at her mother  when she had told her, laughed at the absurdity of the statement. It was not until the final drop of water had fallen from her eyes did she realize the absurdity of the statement was merely its genius.

He sat in the corner of the room, waiting for her to come forward, to shake hands or to sit beside him. He felt her gaze, her heated gaze filled with unanswered questions and memories full of happiness and sadness alike. Nights astoundingly beautiful with fireflies, early mornings raining with dew drops and lazy afternoons with brimming teacups. Then there were the evenings spent in library corners, snuggled into warm blankets as she cried her heart out. Cried for lost hopes and dreams and people she needed. As she cried for him and herself and all those around her.

The memories lingered within them, hovering between them, reachable yet not. She looked at him one last time and walked out. Out into the balcony and into the moonlight she walked. If only she had looked back one last time. If she had, she would have seen him staring at her, staring at her silhouette as she walked away one last time.