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Getting off the train and moving into the rain there was a small grin as she though how her friend offered an umbrella an hour ago that she turned it down.

The walk home normally took about ten minutes at her normal quick pace up the slight incline, and the soft drizzle never slowed her down. People where all around her heading for home as she was. All seemed to race each other as if to race without running. Cars bussled around and bikes weaved in and out to make their own road. The air was brisk, though wet, with the winter air that quickly tingled on her white cheeks, changing them a rosy pink.

It came back, that nightmare, steeling her grin. It could never happen, such harsh rejection about her passion and shunning of her best friend. She knew if she called her name loud enough she would hear and come running, even across the ocean. And with all the encouragement she received every day, why could she even think of such rejection? But, it didn't help the nightmare felt more like a memory.

One came down.

And that stupid book. She should have known better then to read a for sure sad story today. They aren't even real, but when bags hung on the handles of the heart it really didn't matter.

And then two.

This feeling had no foundation and yet she couldn't let it be. Family, friends, future all so far away, so she tilted her head down and let her large rimed hat hide her face. No one could see the small crystals of life fall from her sore eyes or her bite her lip to keep from making a sound. Her hands cerled around her blue mug, given to her by her mother, till they turned red and white from cold and grip.

No one would see, she assured herself, and if they did, not one would care.

The walk took twenty minutes that night.

The next time you see someone hurting, send them a prayer if you won't say anything to them. God will care for them.

Inspired by life
medium: Colored Pencils
No reference this time aside for my handy hat and tea mug.

Description
Getting off the train and moving into the rain there was a small grin as she though how her friend offered an umbrella an hour ago that she turned it down.

The walk home normally took about ten minutes at her normal quick pace up the slight incline, and the soft drizzle never slowed her down. People where all around her heading for home as she was. All seemed to race each other as if to race without running. Cars bussled around and bikes weaved in and out to make their own road. The air was brisk, though wet, with the winter air that quickly tingled on her white cheeks, changing them a rosy pink.

It came back, that nightmare, steeling her grin. It could never happen, such harsh rejection about her passion and shunning of her best friend. She knew if she called her name loud enough she would hear and come running, even across the ocean. And with all the encouragement she received every day, why could she even think of such rejection? But, it didn't help the nightmare felt more like a memory.

One came down.

And that stupid book. She should have known better then to read a for sure sad story today. They aren't even real, but when bags hung on the handles of the heart it really didn't matter.

And then two.

This feeling had no foundation and yet she couldn't let it be. Family, friends, future all so far away, so she tilted her head down and let her large rimed hat hide her face. No one could see the small crystals of life fall from her sore eyes or her bite her lip to keep from making a sound. Her hands cerled around her blue mug, given to her by her mother, till they turned red and white from cold and grip.

No one would see, she assured herself, and if they did, not one would care.

The walk took twenty minutes that night.

The next time you see someone hurting, send them a prayer if you won't say anything to them. God will care for them.

Inspired by life
medium: Colored Pencils
No reference this time aside for my handy hat and tea mug.