A day at the lake.

It was a warm spring evening at the lake. She stood graciously by the fence, arms folded below her chest, a tragic smile on her face, her eyes fixed at the calm water. The wind constantly blew the strands of her hair across her face but she didn't complain. Her heart was too tired. It had been a long time now and she was getting used to the sad days and lonely nights but once in a while it all came crashing down at once and she had to get away.. just like it happened that day. There were no words to fill the emptiness, no remedy to cure the ache. Soon her burdened heart made it impossible for her to stand. She sat near the water, her usual place and watched the birds descend, touch the surface and rise again. There was something so beautiful about it.  She closed her eyes, hugged her legs and listened. She listened to the nature's music. The chirping of birds, the noise of the wind as it swayed the grass, the sound of the splashing water as the birds hit the surface and took off, the sweet instrumental being played at a distance. It was all overwhelming. Soon a tear forced its way through her closed eye and raced down her cheek. A hundred followed. She cried for a long time. I guess that's what happens when you stay strong for too long. Humans are made that way. They can only stay strong for too long. They are bound to fall. But it was alright. She wasn't ashamed of breaking. It was the only proof that she was still alive.