Fleeting

Her hurry brewed results. She reached right on time for the sunset. Resting her empty cup of pseudo dark chocolate fondue and Kindle aside, she sat on the edge of the terrace, legs hanging, and leaning on the earthing pipe. After sitting on the edge of a 19 floor tower, she was quite sure her acrophobia could handle 3 floors. She wanted this to be perfect. She let Floyd hum in the background, lit a cigarette, and stared at the sunset. There came a surreal silence with this setting. And it made her mind wander. The reel in her brain had begun playing. Blasts from the past, good memories, her adventures, experiences; she let herself dive in. In that moment, she had a weird epiphany. She didn’t feel anything. No happiness, sadness, denial, affection, hatred, nothing. She didn’t know how to feel about this. She tried to miss people but there wasn’t even one name that crossed her mind. May be, this was her first successful step for being alone for the rest of her life. She doubted if she was insane but few logical arguments later, she had won over herself. There was still one stupid thing dilly-dallying her mind. Was it solitude or isolation that she sought after?

The sun had set and the weather was getting cold. She shivered a bit but it didn’t matter. Her superpower of being cold inside out was working.