34 Days
The little hamster lies there, unmoving. His furry body feels cold. So cold. He's no longer breathing. There's no spark in his eyes. His soul has left. The woman who used to be his keeper keeps weeping. No one hears her silent tears. No one witnesses her loneliness. It's just another day in a busy city. People keep on moving forward. People go on minding their own business. C'est la vie. Yes, she understands. She just doesn't want to dry her tears. She just wishes she knows how to fill the hollow emptiness. She's all alone in this lonely world. She doesn't have the strength to move on, to let go, to forgive and forget. The whole universe is weighing down on her shoulders. She feels extremely tired and afraid. She feels hopeless. She feels helpless. She doesn't want to deal with death. She keeps thinking of all the things she didn't have, doesn't have, and will never have. She knows she will always doubt if she has done her best. She knows she's full of excuses. She knows she's full of fears. And now she's feeling ashamed. She has failed herself. She has failed her pet.
She leans back against the wall and closes her eyes. If only she can turn back time.
*To Be Continued*