Breakdown
She slammed her door and slumped by the door tears running down her face. She couldn't do it anymore. This show of being a bitch, of not having feelings, of not caring, of all the things that people believed of her.
She made her way to the couch and slid into the foetal position, sobbing what seemed to be an infinite amount of tears. Each sob and shake of the tears was for another reason; all the people she had seen die in the past, for those kids that she hadn't reached in time. For missing out on seeing her son grow up, past heartache, current heartache, each situation brought on a mass of tears until the cushion that she had grabbed was soaked through. Even then the tears kept on coming, great big sobs racking her body until she couldn't cry anymore.
Wiping her eyes, she laid in her position for a few minutes, trying to get the composure and energy to move, finally making herself get to the cupboard and grab that bar of chocolate hidden there. After nibbling that, and processing her thoughts. Diane was able to get up and combine some food for dinner, and start to return to normal.
Even the hardest of them had to cry sometime.