It was a rainy day. She was looking out of her rented room's window. She never talked much about her feelings. Why would she? Noone listened to her and if someone did that one turned against her. She learnt in a hard way to stay silent. If she started to get attached she ran off, she dissapeared. Now she is alone. She thought all those years thru over and over again, during watching the rain drops going down on the glass window. 'Like tears from the sky. Why is it so beatiful when it's so sad?' whispered in the dark. She looked up, she looked thru the dark room. Noone was there. The candle already burned down who knows when? Only some street lamps' light came thru in the window, showing up some siluets of the room's furnishing. A bed, a tabel with a bowl of cold water on it, arm chairs 2, a comod. Nothing shows its color or details in this dark, only some siluets, nothing more, nothing less. She sighed. Looked towards the bed. She knows what it's under the bed. She put that there. Her chest, not really a treasure chest vut it is for her. A few picture with her long lost friends, three jurney of hers keeping good memorizes, a few letter from people the matter to her and a family photo. She sighed again. 'I should burn them.' she whispered in the dark. She turned back to the window and kept continue to watch the rain. She aslept there.
