Lackluster.

Lackluster

Remembering their faces are always the worst for her. How their lives slipped through their fingers so easily. How cruel their world was, to give them such temporary bliss. Just when their lives started to unfold, allowing them to see what the future ahead of them was, it was cut short so abruptly. She thinks that it's silly, absurd even, whenever she feels tinges of pain for these fictional characters. When she feels that her tears are threatening to fall, she even feels weak. But she has nothing else to hold on to anyway. So she hides in these fictional worlds and imagines a life she could live there. She's tried to feel nothing for them, but it's just too strong. And now, simple photographs of graves affect her. They've just made her cry. And now, she's trying to achieve catharsis because the diamond in the rough and the sweetest spirit has started to haunt her again.