She wants to cry. She wants to scream. She wants to break something, to hurt someone. She needs to. She needs some kind of release from all those feelings that are building up inside of her. If not, she fears she’ll choke in them. Pleadingly, she turns her face towards the weeping night sky, as if begging a non-existing god for mercy and relief. But relief does not come, neither does mercy. Raindrops trickle down her face. When she is soaking wet, she finally stops staring at the angry clouds and walks away. Because she has to move on. She has to deal with it and go on. After all, she is a strong woman.
People are staring at him as he walks by them. “His eye… did you see his eye?”. He doesn’t mind the stares or the whispers any more. It’s been almost a year now. His eye… It was quite painful when he lost his eye – or, should we say, when his eye was taken from him. Yet he remembers he didn’t cry. At one point, he recalls, he had asked his doctor whether that eye of his – the remains, anyway, of what used to be his eye – would ever cry again. The answer of course was “no”. After all, the wound had been cauterised. You can never be certain, though, unless you try. At least, that’s what he thinks. He also thinks that he might try tonight. He’s been strong up until now. He hasn’t cried. Tonight, he’ll be alone again for the first time. So maybe it’s okay to let himself cry a bit. Nobody will be there to see him, so it’s not a sign of weakness. Is it?
People are staring at him as he walks by them. “His eye… did you see his eye?”. He doesn’t mind the stares or the whispers any more. It’s been almost a year now. His eye… It was quite painful when he lost his eye – or, should we say, when his eye was taken from him. Yet he remembers he didn’t cry. At one point, he recalls, he had asked his doctor whether that eye of his – the remains, anyway, of what used to be his eye – would ever cry again. The answer of course was “no”. After all, the wound had been cauterised. You can never be certain, though, unless you try. At least, that’s what he thinks. He also thinks that he might try tonight. He’s been strong up until now. He hasn’t cried. Tonight, he’ll be alone again for the first time. So maybe it’s okay to let himself cry a bit. Nobody will be there to see him, so it’s not a sign of weakness. Is it?