Her Eternal Bliss

This is a piece about the girl who realised that she might now have too long to live and decides to create her own world of eternal bliss where she can be happy.

The automatic doors opened and she shambled her way out of the Student Health Centre. After settling down in the cab, she mentally slapped herself for struggling to walk a mere five-feet distance, let alone the twenty-minute walk home. Her gaze was intently stuck on the rear-view mirror, while she looked at nothing in particular.

She just looked there.

 She didn’t look at the dull sky covered with grey clouds or the puddles that had formed on either side of the road. She didn’t look at the couple walking hand-in-hand with an almost broken umbrella, drenched by the December showers. She instead looked away from herself and her own failures. And the further she looked at the mirror, the less her failed-self mattered. The long deciduous trees, resembling their own roots, seemed to have lost their youth in the cold. Her youth had hardly begun. What reason did she have to suffer this? But this didn’t matter anymore.

As she got dropped off at 17 Elmside, she refused to enter the brown-brick house with the green door that reminded her of the several reasons as why she shouldn’t be ill. Hence, she sat down on the muddy pavement and tried to imagine sun shining bright in a clear blue sky, but the icy wind reminded her of the coldness, whose claws had clenched her very soul. She tried to look at something particular, hoping to distract herself but failed �" again.

Taking a deep breath in, she let the chilly air that smelled of wet gravel take over her feeble bones. She then closed her eyes and imagined the place that she cherished the most, not knowing whether she would get to relive it again. The isolated shore, enclosed by big black mountains hardly had any signs of human civilization, though when she looked close enough, she felt life in the crashing of the waves against the rocks, in the low thundering of the clouds and in the dampness of the loamy soil.

She not just looked there but felt every bit of it. And she chose to stay there �" in the state of her eternal bliss.

 

Author's Note

One of my assignments that required us to show character's mood through the setting. Any sort of feedback or comment is appreciated! Thank you!