Gone

The warm morning sun filled the room with its yellow light; slowly. She was still in bed and buried in her blankets and the many pillows. Anybody would have noticed her swollen eyes and her gray skin but many had chose to ignore it. Slowly opening her eyes to blurry vision, she pushed her comforters away and sat  up; thinking. Thinking about all that had happen in the last 24 hours of her life. The words that hurt her so deeply, her apologies for her shortcomings and her realisation that some problems can never be solved. That was when she decided that day, she was not going to get better. Everything that seemed happy or lovely, reminded her she had lost all of her happiness and the love she had learned to recklessly give. Everything gay made her feel that the simple things they used to do together just 365 days back were never going to happen again. She rubbed her damp eyes and grabbed her glasses from her bedside stand. "Work," she murmured to herself. She did not want that. Facing people and pretending all is well; smiley and cheerful. That was not her anymore. 

She did not have to smile to look beautiful anymore because nobody will be there to see beauty in her.