My body shivered involuntarily as I sat in the car, the rain pelting down as heavily as ever outside. I turned to the window, my fingers pulling the coat around me tighter, my lips quivering. Why did it have to be me? Why of all times did it have to be now? Why is it that after so many years, everything I have done to gain the barest minimum, all of the sacrifices I have had to make... why was it still not enough? Why was I never enough?
The images of my broken sewing machine, my life's only treasures, broken, scattered in the rain... I swallowed, my eyes closing, the tears stinging hard.
I was in love. I was. But I never acted upon it. I was more than willing to let him go. For my own sister? Was the intention not enough? Or was my intention not enough?
Suddenly, I felt Prince Zidane's
