Calista Corson

Just to Remember

It was cold and lonely in the deep, dark night. Her face, turned up to the moon, shone with the light of the fading, dim stars. She did not know how long she had been standing there, her toes submerged in the dense mud of the lake’s shore. There were tears behind her eyes that refused to fall, though she desperately willed them to. She wanted to know that she was still capable of feeling sorrow, for all she could feel was a dull ache that left her empty and void. Feeling, even in pain, was better than feeling nothing at all.