The Breakdown (2)

Tina did not know how long she laid there on the bed but when she finally shook herself up, it was after 8pm. She intuitively threw her legs from the bed while she lazily sprung to her full length; her eyes still bugged from crying.

Without hesitation, she shuffled off to the washroom– resurfacing after few minutes in her nightwear looking refreshed but still troubled inside judging from her creased brows tinted on her face which deeply told out her worry and foreboding. With all appetite lost and no interest in seeing anyone one at all, she traced her steps to her study table; slightly dragging the chair back while it made a scrapping noise on the hard floor– making enough room for her to settle behind her laptop.

Instinctively, she brushed her hand through her hair; sweeping the strands which found their way to her face while she clicked on the space key– lightening up the screen. Just when she was about to make a further click, she heard a hard sound