She remembered.

(c) Michael Vigliotti

I am standing straight and proud, smiling like a happy girl would; yet I might as well be drowning. The brown eyes which used to regard me so warmly now look at me quite impassively. I wonder, do mine convey the same amount of indifference? Or am I failing at this miserably and are my emotions seen quite plainly on my face? I look away and take a deep breath, telling myself to fight this.

I glance back at my companions and silently breathe a sigh of relief. No one seems to have noticed that one minute of weakness I displayed. No one knows, but me. This is good. This shows that I can do this, that I have enough strength to get through this alone, no matter how lonesome that sounds. This is a solitary journey after all. I see those light brown eyes looking at me again and I grin, though everything else inside is hurting.

And on the 12th day, she stopped.

So I've basically given up on ever finishing the 30-day challenge which I set out to do ages ago (surprise, surprise). I don't know, I guess it was sort of a phase. I didn't even get to half of it and I grew tired of it already. Or maybe I'm just lazy. 

With that said, I've decided to get back into writing again. And by that, I mean writing about whatever comes to my mind at different moments. For now I'm done with writing through answering questions. So the posts to come after this one will mostly be random musings or probably my attempts to write creatively ☺