Carmen
To see a fragile young woman gutted with sorrow.
Not surprised to see her step forward, a trace of concern in her eyes, her brows slightly drawn together as though she could already guess the weight I carried.
"Yes! Two!" she said, her voice soft but certain, and I knew she was drawing from her own experience, not just offering empty comfort.
"The raw pain fades with time but it never disappears," she said as she fixed her gaze on me, steady and understanding, and I simply tilted my head up to reveal my tear-streaked face. A soft smile lingering at the corners of my face as I nodded my head slowly.
"I don't think it ever will!" I told her with a wry smile on my face, nodding my head before I closed the door behind me with a sad expression still stamped to my face, my fingers tightening slightly on the handle before letting go.
I was angry but I couldn't let that show as I headed to the bathroom and bathed, scrubbing my skin longer than necessary.
