That's All I Have to Say for Now: A Book of Snippets [Random Updates]

30. For All of Us

A single tear falls onto the windowsill.

By the foggy pane separating the darkened room from the brightly colored outside world, he stands with his fingers curled into fists.

His mind an endless cyclone of wounds and exhaustion. The pain of every day too much to bear.

Knowing that like the tear, he too will disappear. Untended. Forgotten.

Just outside, looking up to his window is the woman he had walked past last week. And though she can't see it, she knows about the tear.

If only she could get his attention.

If only he could see her.

If only she knew that all she has to do is knock on his door.