IRENE

I stared up at the ceiling, uncontrollable tears falling from my eyes, when it fell from my eyes it was as the the torrent of a rain falling like from a dam shut down from years

I hated being emotionally frantic in moments like this.

Deep down in my mind I had hoped and prayed for the days where I would eventually be free from the trauma and pains of being in the sort of mess I was in at the moment but I guess it was part of a script played out by life or rather fate .

The two took up spaces in my mind, spaces left...