Cleanse

She has been there before, but this time she needed it. The moisture reached her back through the cotton shirt and the grass was kind to her, almost as if it knew she needed that. It felt good. She looked at him thankful for the time and air. It brought back everything to them in chronology but none of them dared go beyond the tangible facts. She faced away for few seconds to forget the conversation she had a few hours ago. This time she truly wanted to be thankful, for she knew chance won't play itself unintentionally each time in her favor and there are no free lunches. They lay still there, the water still, reflecting how it should be.

In New York, the liquid was overpowering and the talks with them reminded her how each time it seemed so obvious to others and her but she cut the trail at the fork.

The movie encouraged doubts.

He pushed her to find her way home at midnight, admitting he needed him with himself. And this is what she was exactly afraid of.

The patience was lost, the time needed meaning and the reasons were bleak. He was the only familiar among unfamiliar and it meant relief to her. A relief without cost. She won't get away with it this time, and it proved itself.

Sometimes you hold onto things over a worthless straw, and when it breaks of, it gifts freedom.

A last smile at the buried and a last laugh at the undeserved.