The Saddest Cure

A vague silhouette of a woman woke me up in the middle of the night. Her deep bellows sent a familiar fear in my whole body, I froze.

I peeked through the window, shivering, holding my breath, careful not to make a sound, the silence brought an atmosphere of sadness, I felt it.

It was cold, the darkness engulfed the evening like a sad song humming stories of heartbreak and tragic lullabies, my eyes still glued at the mysterious figure five feet away from me, I finally built up the strength to come closer to her, she didn’t flinch, she didn’t move. I waited, wondered who she is, why she was here.

When I glanced at her again, her eyes fixed in my direction, I trembled, her eyes, I think I’ve seen those lonely eyes before, from somewhere, long ago and forgotten, her eyes that mourned for a loss that hasn’t happened yet, I recognized them. I think I know who that woman is, deep in my heart, I’ve always known.