Breathe.

She stares into space. So deeply.

She hadn't been doing this since long long ago. She's growing so fast these days she barely feels the time. A part of herself was bent, she realizes. It only hit when she stares, not at anyone but nothing in particular while letting her thoughts run wild. She loves when they do, because that's what she really was, what she really is.

And she thinks about him a lot. In daytime, or even in nights like this. And she misses her. As much as she misses him. Sometimes she shed a little tears because she felt this emptiness killing her bits by bits. So she keeps herself busy by living everyday, not only breathing but actually living. And she sought happiness in all these smallest things.

She got herself a white ukelele today. She wants to sing to her own playing someday. That day will come sooner or later, she believes. That little dream of hers will soon bloom.

And she keeps living.