And there she goes. Waiting. Nervous. Everything is sinking in - the day she thought would never came.
She was not expressive but she knew every seconds count. Every minute should be remembred.
As time passed by...she felt comfortable and happy and she forgot that the clock is ticking. Can time slows down?
It felt real - but didn't try to utter a word. Why? She asked herself. She wasn't supposed to answer.
Times up.
She turned her back after parting ways. She hides those little tears (why?- also suprised) as she hurriedly walk away.
A day. A day is all it took for her to realize that she is worth something. (Is she?) She wanted to say so many things but maybe it was meant to remain inside though ironically - she is expressing it in a different manner.
Being grateful of how that day made her feel more important than ordinary days. That was the first time an effort was made for her (or she assume?) - and it made her genuinely happy.
A borrowed day but little did someone know -the memory lives like eternity.
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