People.

I hate their smiles. The way they do it so easily and with no apparent effort.
I hate their laughs. The ones that may come after anything they do and sound free of everything.
I hate their walk. Because every single step I take will never get me to where they are.
I hate when they talk. They break my silence and force me to listen to what I cannot say.
I hate their hands. Seeing them makes me want their arms and chest to hug me.
I hate to be hugged. It reminds me of how weak I am to stand affection.
I hate when they are here. They invade the space I would like to be mine alone and remind me of what I would like to be like.

There she stands afraid of what lies ahead.
But there is no going back now. There has never been.
A strong resolve. It is all it takes.

Too many doubts have kept her from going further, though. For too much importance was given to what necessary is not: caring to explain. The why - the how - the when - the whom. Meanings shall be kept to the self. It took nobody giving a damn about it to realise the obvious. A cheap price for an answer, one could say. In the end, it did not hurt. - That - did not hurt.

Well, pain is bearable, anyway; it has always been. As so is losing herself in faint hints of despair and using the first to deal with the latter. But meanings - meanings shall be kept to the self. May the last smile she held on her eyes be the only true giveaway of her decision.

Which has already been made. Despite all doubts.

A sigh escapes her lips as her eyelids shut close. Let them fade away as the gentle breeze messes with her hair and feels cool against her skin.

One step. Forward.

Another. Towards that oh so seductive sound of waves splashing on the sand and wind blowing hard on the trees. Away from all those shades of grey she has become used to call herself.

A single tear is shed when she opens her eyes again and notices her feet running. There is no going back.

A strong resolve. It is all it takes.

One last step. Then, it is over.

Finally, blissfully over.