Desert

A glass of water. It was what she wanted at that moment. It was what she needed. But no one appeared to offer one. Left that house and can barely hold back tears on the sidewalk. Cried desperately, uncontrollably for no apparent reason. The reason? Everyone. And of course she needed. Needed this time to strip than long planned to get rid of. And even need this time for her, I still wanted a glass of water. And if someone came with one, would not bother. But no one appeared to offer one.

Not looking for a specific place to cry, I just wanted to cry and did not care for the place. He walked down the street crying, following the path, supporting themselves on their plan. Even though I was not sure if that was the right way, I knew it was at least one way. As much as we were certain of what I wanted, but still could not stop crying. And he did so by three streets.

When he felt that the tears had ceased, new born, showing him that your hurt and sadness were much larger than it seemed. When the hiccups began, he felt the brigade to stop. He sat up a little, rested his head in his hands, and even if they did not want anyone to see her that way, but still wanted a glass of water. But no one appeared to offer one.

I had never seen more deserted streets of people, it was as if the world had given her privacy to suffer, how could despair, with no one around to judge.

He passed a small ox horns long, imagining that this should be a bull. But even though she is red, it does not seem to notice. It was like the spectacle of her desperation to herself, and no one dared to interfere. Hidden in the desert.

Up and down a hill and this time, gasped - the truth is I wanted someone to come to take your weight and give you a glass of water. He felt more agony, but never stopped. There should be greater than this determination, the decision should not be stronger. When the world seemed to crumble, she dared not stop. It was as if in a silent movie. And so it went. He walked slowly, but walked. And when he thought he'd never come, came. The tears became extinct alone, because there was nobody to stop them. She desperately wanted a glass of water, but no one appeared to offer one. Turned around and went alone in his only companion. If complied, but not accepted. He decided to maintain the appearance of being well, when he came in place of unknown people. And so would, until it reached its destination. Would not give up, even if you hurt entirely alone.

The worst thing is when you need someone, but nobody comes. Not even to give a glass of water.