There she lay on the terrace of her apartment staring at the stars and
wondered why the stars only glittered at night. The smoke that she was
inhaling was too strong for her, She knew it, I knew it and that one day
the very smoke would take up her life but still she swayed the good
side of her soul to stick up to it and hang on to it.



She claimed she had been through many obstacles in her life but for me
it didn’t seem so. I had met hundreds and thousands of people before her
who claimed to have a far more bitter life than hers but still she
tried to convince me that her life was far more severe and blunt than
anyone else who lived on this planet.



Dazing over the horizon and inhaling the smoke from the well lit
cigarette was the way she always persuaded that she would overcome her
pain but it never worked for her. Every moment she promised within
herself that she would change, change in the manner that she could be
happy and perfect for this cruel and untrustworthy world, change for the
good, for the world but not for the sake of her own self, change in
order to make some friends not for the sake of her well being. I guess
she just wanted to change for the fact that she was already changing.



Maybe I was dumb and ignorant that I could hardly see all the scars and
pain she had been through in her life. There she lay infront of me
crying her pain out loud and shedding tears down her eyes. She didn’t
seem to have any problems at home neither with her boyfriend who lived
thousands of miles away from her. She trusted him and he trusted her or
that is what he claimed to her. I was confused.

I didn’t dare to stand up and bid her farewell but the time was fast
ticking away. I was getting late; I had a train to catch in 20 minutes. I
didn’t care for the first time in my life about me and sat next to her
hoping that at least my company would comfort her from all the cruelty
this world has in to offer for a living being but I was mistaken.



She passed me the cigarette she was smoking and told me to put it out. I
didn’t dare to. I wanted to smoke and share along the pain that she had
within herself. I wanted to share her pain. This wasn’t about me; this
was about the girl who sat next to me in pain: crying.



Those glittery blue eyes didn’t even dare to match up to my eyes. They
were filled with tears which were glittered in presence of the dim moon
light and the glittery stars that were shining upon us.



There she lay shedding her tears.