The rain was covering her face...she just couldn't stay at home anymore, not without him. Every sip she was taking from the bottle of scotch was reminding her of him and the last words she told: "Maybe is better to get out of your life...." ... It was getting late and the bar was closing...another night lost, alone, though surrounded by a bunch of men eager for a "happy ending" of the night, crushed...
"It's time to leave, Missy"... She raised her eyes to the bartender and gave him a smile "Thank you!" ... "Anytime, just don't let anybody take away that smile"... The door closed behind her and she just stood at the crossroads, trying to make a decision...
When you get out of the happiness state, you are not going into depression, you are just coming back to normality (thanks, my friend, for saying intelligent things exactly in the perfect moment).
She lights up a cigarette and breathes calmly the smoke...In...out...feeling her lungs invaded by the sweet poison.....In the darkness of the room, nobody can see her tears anymore...She would scream, she would break something, but she herself is too broken to make any move...
....on the top of the World I found you. And maybe sometimes I forget how to walk in the same time with you, but I am always following you...
