Moving on.

Photo: Jmalls

She took a glance at her watch. It was slowly ticking to 6pm. She was still sitting there, doing nothing but waiting. She closed her weary eyes and took a deep breath.


Her stomach made some grouchy noise. That reminded her that she did not take her lunch. In fact, she had not been eating very properly for the whole week. Sometimes she would just eat potato chips for breakfast and instant noodles for dinner. Lunch was no more a part of her daily diet. Or maybe it still was, but only if plain water were considered as lunch.


That was not to be blamed completely on her. But it really was her fault that she chose to ignore her health. She did actually consider eating healthily, but she just could not afford it. Not because of financial issue, but because she did not have anyone to eat with. Eating the right healthy food at the right time - alone - was a very painful thing for her. She would rather keep herself occupied than constantly feel downhearted, so she worked almost every single day.


Her family would be the last people she would tell her problems to. She would never want to make them feel worried about her. And indeed she had many friends. But all of her friends were busy with their own life. She thought that she was an independent girl and that she could live on her own without sharing her happy and sad moments with some people called friends. But she knew that was not the truth, not at all. She missed her friends. She missed her true friends. Her true friends who would just sit next to her, do nothing, yet deeply understand her feelings. She realised that she was poor in self-expressing, that was why she needed her real friends. Not just friends whom she could share a meal with.


It had been quite a while since she last truly enjoyed herself. She loved to draw and write - expressing herself with the help of pencil and paper. She has not been doing those things that she loved for so long that she forgot how to cherish her little soul. Once, she used to regularly draw beautiful picture and write beautiful words, but these days she could hardly find a minute to sit and draw or write something and take a moment of pleasure from it. Probably, she could even had forgotten how delightful she could be when a simple masterpiece was created from her rough hands.


She just wanted to live her life happily. Definitely she was greatly unhappy going through her hard times, but she was still thankful to God for she was still alive to begin with. She still had time to fix her life up. Time, the greatest chance for a change.


As she opened her eyes, the bus stopped right in front of her. She stood up straight, took another deep meaningful breath and calmly stepped into the bus.

Photo: Adelhorst

The end.