Isolated

 

Outside, gloomy raindrops, as cold as her broken smile, fell from the clouded sky. The girl sat heavily by the warm glow of the fire, twisting her fingers into knots. Slowly, a small salty tear trickled down her bruised and troubled face. Just a few hours ago, she’d been the happiest girl alive; or so she’d thought. Lifted her trembling hand towards her chest,  she carefully touching the spot where her happy heart once beat, as if she was worried that she might damage it further. As the past few hours played in her mind like a silent film, once again, tears quietly streamed down her face from her blood-shot eyes. Burying her head into her knees, she rocked steadily, back and forth, in the isolated room,  to the sound of her lonely, beating heart.