Drops were falling from above. Shattered upon contact, and splashes were made. From few to more, the painting started to have its colors spread in spots, became a total mess, unrecognizable minutes after.
The peace on the inside vanished, along the changes occurred on the outside. Depression came to play, the appetite just got substituted. Picture of one got soaked, with the probability of getting sick, and picture of one leaning on another's shoulder, with the probability of being held closely, were played repetitively as a slide show with no stopping. A cocktail of emotions was made, with one known substance as the body.
It was thought to be jealousy or anger would be the body. Personally, the same came into mind as well. However, these products of the second picture won no places in what was being felt. 2nd and 3rd were removed; the gold, silver, bronze medals were given to the same, the only product of the first...
The eyes were kept on outside, so did the mind. The urge to get hold on an umbrella got stronger. The intention to pass the mobile shelter bloomed and grew. Prayers and hopes started, to take their turns to be staged: for a 45-minutes pause on the falling rain, just to allow one to get home; for one to remain sheltered and dry, just to wait for a stop.
Presentation of reality started to get hold. Who am I but a nobody that could no longer care. With my own hands, the responsibility were passed to other. Questions and contradictions started to make their appearances. Why didn't this feeling in past ain't as strong as now? Why would this feeling appear now, when it was seen that there was no love, earlier today? Why couldn't this pair of eyes and this mind be controlled in a more selfish way?
Neither were clear in mind. The decision made crumbled. What was thought seemed to be just another self-made fraud. Feeling thought to have gone could no longer be remained as a fact. The hypothesis needed to be proven again. Is it really as what's in mind or the hypothesis was already proven to remain as it is, not able to be a theory?
Ridiculous hopes were made again but the drops from both aboves could only fall downwards. Time only passes forwards, and there will never be an undo or rewind button that could be pressed on... Impossibles that being hoped, are just causes for usage of the words like "Ridiculous" and "Stupid"! The dreams had that drew a smile on face these days, are nothing but a fool's dreams!
Splashes stopped. Drops cling on leaves and flowers. The messy painting was being restored. Everything became clear on the outside. However, outside is outside, it will never be inside. Either way, fingers were crossed, for one to be cold-free and healthy, with no knowledge of her condition...
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