Mia
I crouched by the foot of an oak tree, my knees pressing against my chest as I let the tears pour freely.
“Why does he even speak to me like that?” I cried into the field of flowers, my voice bouncing back to me in a soft echo and no response to my question.
The wind blew harshly, the birds chirped above me and I sobbed into my palms until I had no strength left anymore to cry. My chest rose and fell slowly, my heart beat raced like I had just ran a marathon and no matter how many times I wiped my face, the tears didn’t stop streaming down.
Finally, I stopped.
I took a deep breath and slowly let it flow out. Then I repeated the process again until I regained control of my breathing.
That didn’t stop the sniffles but at least my heart was no longer pounding in my ears like wa
