Clarisse didn’t realise that she had passed out on the sofa. She had cried until late. A yogurt cup was laid on the floor, beside an aimlessly fallen spoon. Nothing felt the same to Clarisse as she’d wandered into the depths of the dark forests of her emotions and thoughts. Half of it was in ashes, the trails of fierce forest fire were everything that was left behind. It was lifeless and murky, no birds chirping, no sound of cicadas. It was just silence, dead silence, like all the signs of living dissolved, as fire wiped it out from the forest. NOTHING LEFT.
Her life was once like a rain forest, green and lively, blooming with the laughter of living creatures. Clarisse had dreamt about her childhood and all the other happy moments. Last night, when Raymond left, she brooded over the new p
