The ceiling

She woke up in the morning, feeling a strange pressure on her chest. Unable to leave her bed. Unable to start her day.

Staring at the  ceiling her eyes half open. She can’t believe it was the end. Thinking about his last words before they left each other.

Having a feeling of regret mixed with a feeling of determination. Trying to convince herself that she took the right decision. But the fire in her heart won’t calm down with the logical explanation behind her sudden acting.

She knows within her self, that him and only him who’s able to calm down the storms within her soul.

She decided to follow her brain, now she’s unable to stop her heart and soul from rebelling. She was so full of him. She was drowning in every detail about him ; his perfectly shaped wrinkles when he smiles, his dark eyes, his dark hair and his adventurous free soul. She was so attached to him.

Her heart was bleeding, her soul was screaming, while she was still staring at the 

ceiling so quietly …

Author's Note

I don't have a good english level, but I was always fan of writing. so I wanted to share with you this