All it took…

All it took was one dialogue that she came across in a TV show; “The reason it fucked me up so much is because that was the one thing I was so sure and so wrong about at the same time.” And that was her undoing. Everything unraveled. Like a series of falling dominoes  Her calm, composure, all that she had attained so slowly fell away chip by chip, slowly at first, going faster, like a floodgate had opened, and she just couldn’t stop it.

She realized that that was the answer to all the questions that she had asked, that kept her awake at night in endless agony, what had gone wrong? It hadn’t been the first time that she had lost someone so near and dear to her, wouldn’t be the last. Then why had it affected her so much? It was because she has been so sure that he was the one person who would never hurt her in an irreversible manner, foolishly her trust ran that deep; only, fate and time proved her wrong in equal measure.

The tears came unbidden, retracing their favourite path down her cheeks. ‘Cry me a river’ was the phrase most lovers used, well, she had cried an ocean. She knew it was never going to be enough. When all it took was one random dialogue out of a TV show to unravel her, it was going to be a long time before she felt sane again. All she had were stolen moments of tranquility she found in the bottom of a glass of scotch or rum. She was anyway too broke to be a full-time alcoholic.