After my realisation on the river bank, my heart had shattered and ripped into a million pieces at the same time. Of course, on the outside I was as calm as a docile mouse... a sedated docile mouse, whose cheese it had in its tiny paws suddenly vaporised into thin air. I even told her to stick by him and that he would change for her like I did for her... if he truly loved her. I was trying to support her and make her feel better as she was crying at the time. What she and anyone else on the river bank didn't know was that my sorrow was the loudest. It was internal and came from deep within me. The outside could not even comprehend the feelings... my facial expression had been a display of faux euphoria before actual and real sadness set in a few hours later.
I was able to push this 'sick' expression back into its shadows and continue to display faux happiness for the last few days of my stay. I was glad to return home... it gave me such relief when I landed. The hardest fourteen weeks of my life were finally over. I was ready to move on. I had finished another chapter of my life... and anxiously waiting to start my next.
