Kiss me 2.1
— You know, Clara, sometimes silences are heavier than words, she says softly, as if reading my thoughts.
I can no longer hold back my tears. They flow, long, silent, salty, rivers I thought had dried up, flooding the fragile veil I tried to maintain between myself and this world. I cry for the burning anger, the suffocating sadness, the cruel disappointment, the broken love, the vanished promises, the bruised dreams, the woman I was and who will never return.
The sobs rise, violent, uncontrollable, heartbreaking. I feel everything I thought I had buried resurface, invade every part of my being. The pain is immense, infinite, it spreads like a raging sea.