Inside and outside

It was a dark and rainy night. She had no clue where she was headed, but she walked on. Silently sobbing. Her profuse tears being overshadowed by the rain.

Rain. It fell in sheets. Sheets of paper blown around by a moody whirlwind. Layers upon layers of cold beads, mixed together in a giant dance of the pearl fairies. Mixed, but still separable. A supersized sundae.

She never really liked ice-creams. It made her teeth hurt, and the cold gave her a brain freeze. She was somehow reminded of the sensation, and how she wanted it right now. How she wanted her head to go numb. How she wanted a new pain to bear, to take her mind off the pain that was inside her. Placebo.

Placebo. The way the heartbeats seem to synchronize themselves with the repetitive thump of a favorite song. Or maybe, somewhere under the stars, two separate entities merged into one in the silence of the clear night, heartbeats synchronized. Seemingly.

She stopped under the clock tower. She was unable to make out the time, her eyes clouded like the skies above. She thought of a clear night under the stars, of two entities, of synchronized heartbeats. She had none of that now. She looked up again for no reason at all. The regular tick-tock somehow enticed her. She noticed herself smiling for the first time in weeks. Instinctively, she pushed the door. It creaked open, as if on its own accord. She knew it would. She knew she would spend the night there. The tick-tock had already started calming her down. Her heartbeats were subdued now, slowly but surely falling into step with the inevitable passage of time. Synchronized.