Her mental clock bet it was around midnight.
Her thoughts get lost upon the trees above her.
She lost them a long time ago.
She keeps walking to forget.
Forget the past.
Forget her feelings.
Mostly, to forget faces.
Her mind pondered every single minute of them. They was a disease in her brain she couldn't get out.
The doctors told her mother they were not real. That her imagination was strong.
But what is imagination when you can feel the skin, the breath of the person? When you can hear their voice in your mind? When you can see them?
No one knew this wasn't just her imagination.
No one knew about them but her.
She knew they were all hers to know.
Her hands go to her petticoat button. Before she knows what she's doing, her petticoat falls to the ground.
Her feet kick into the material as it flies into the puddle. Her hands clasp around herself as she sits in the snow.
"Why are you not here?" She whispers to herself as tears fall down her cheeks. The image of smiles and people that claim to have never existed come to her mind and she lets out a ear piercing scream with anger.
She never looked back at them again.
She never told how she felt.
So it consumed her whole until she went
