She sat staring at the dark blue line on the horizon, the thinly veiled division between heaven and hell.
Her salty, sorrow filled tears had melted the black mascara which coated each eyelash like a protective barrier against what's natural. With each tear came a black and murky streak of hate down each cheek. Never had she failed to realise how dead inside it made her feel.
She stared. Long, hard, black stares. Nothing.
Another tear released itself from the corner of her eye and taking with it more of the cold, numb pain she felt, each one representing more of what she hated about herself. Never again she vowed, never again.
The horizon never moved, it stayed that thin dark line between heaven and hell and she knew that walking that line could be what changes everything.
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