She was always there. Being present. A silent spectator. When everything else took priority and acted to push her out. She clung on fiercely. She knew that what she was doing might not be practicality. She would have to wait only in the hope that someday it would be her turn. Someday her time would come. But the wait went on too long. She was pushed beyond her limits. She was caught up in the storm which threatened to engulf her completely. All she wished for was a little normalcy. A simple life. But life gave her everything but that. Madness was a daily call. Peace of mind had lost its meaning to her. There was nothing but chaos. Many a time she thought of ending it. There were so many simple ways for that. But that’s not the way.
Finally after too many days, the time did come. It was her turn to hold her head high. It was her chance to come into the light. But there she was, wasted and done. The sun had set for her long back and she went with the light. Turning from a shadow into entirely nothing. She breathed her last with the thought that she did something right. That she had taken the right decision even though it had cost her, her life. Life had come a little too late and she was no longer there to live it. The calmness which she asked for embraced her entirely. She was at peace at last. Life was not how she desired but after-life was.
P.S: For those who don’t get it, my intention was to portray a vignette. An abstract one at that, which paints the turmoil a human mind goes through when subjected to extreme suffering in life. The dark ending is something that suits the vignette or so I feel. 🙂