Let Go.

Letting go was important for her. At this point in time, crucial for survival. A happier survival. She had to shed what had built her then. And what was tryingto break her. Life was such a blessing to her that getting morbid was almost a digrace.

Then she opened the door. The chilly winds gushed through her hair. Kissing her face cold, her nose turned red. She started walking out through the door. Her purple socks felt slightly damp with the fog settling on the floor.

She saw the highway ahead of her. Dark. Black road. Devoid of commotion. As if lying calmly for a traveler. It was 3 am. Late enough for girls to be home. But for her, it was just the right time. Break of a new day. And closure of a life going by. She stood at the cusp. Literally, on the white strip - the indicator that glowed under street light.

And she sat down. Crossed legged. She sat down in silence. Not a vehicle crossed. Not a spec of noise. She sat down. With her arms spread wide. She opened her soul to the Universe. As if asking it to relieve her. She breathed deep. As if watching it all go.

Then she got up. Diligently walked her way into the house. Shut the door and lay on the bed. And smiled.

And said, thank you.