Crimson Red & Tears of Glass

She was another face in the crowd; a girl, not very different from yourself. She attended her classes, received decent grades, worked hard. She lived life as normally as anyone else. Except…something was different.

There was something growing deep inside her. It used to accompany her every waking and sleeping moment for years - but then, through the hand of a Power higher than herself, she was released from it. And that was a miracle.

And then that moment occurred. A moment she had never thought she would experience so soon, so close, so personally. It shattered her life. Grief came. That’s when it returned. She had grown used to her life without it. But when it came back in a time of the harsh newness of reality, she welcomed it; a return of something familiar at last.

Crimson red.

It had only been with her for a few months…but as before, months - days, even - seemed like years. Now she could barely recall what life was like without it.

So many things ceased to exist in its presence. Genuine laughter. Emotions. Life. Instead, there was a void; a black canvas of sadness, lifelessness, apathy. She was alive, but she wasn't.

Tears of glass.

That was it then. Nothing in her life had any significance. Wake up, trudge through the day, toss and turn at night, repeat. And such was her life.

She was another face in the crowd; a girl, not very different from yourself. She attended her classes, received decent grades, worked hard. She lived live as normally as anyone else. Except…everything was different.