Letting Go

She sits at the end of her bed staring out the window. Her face is expressionless, but inside she's screaming. The silence is everywhere, it surrounds her room like air in a balloon, ready to pop. *Buzzzz* her phone breaks the ringing in her ears and brings her mind back to reality. She quickly grabs it and reads the text and sends one back, all in less then a minute. She then goes back to staring out the window, waiting another ten minutes for a new text to appear. Her face betrays nothing as she reads each message, vigorously pressing each key to type a reply. All too soon, the ten minutes turns to twenty, then thirty, and she knows no reply will come today. She brings her gaze back to her room, leaving memorys she was reliving back at the window. Her face is motionless. She curls herself on her bed, holding her legs against her chest to keep herself from shaking. Her eyes focus on the door, locked, wondering if anyone would bother to try turning the knob. The clock says 5:43. She stares at the door, but doesnt really see it. Instead she see's a summer day; last summer, ice cream, beaches, her best friend, her first kiss....
Tear's begin trickling down her cheeks. At first, acouple specks of glitter around her eyes, but they turn to large diamonds, glinting under the light from her japanese lanterns as they fall down and crash to the floor. As this happens, her face remains still. No hint of emotion is portrayed. When she looks back at the clock, it says 8:38. Her face suddenly crumbles; the world comes crashing down. And as she silently cries herself to sleep, miles away sleeps a boy, peacefully, unaware of the damage he caused on her young and naive heart.