“Scars only show us where we have been. They do not dictate where we are going.” Harrison Scott

Weight Lifted

She looked at herself in the mirror and could not believe what she saw. Ironically, her hair looked fine. She ran her hand over her dress to make sure that there were no wrinkles on it. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and could not believe that she was once again about to go through this. It had only been three years since she last found herself in this position. “You’ve been here before,” she thought. “You can do this,” she reassured herself. This was not the saddest day of her life, so why did she not like what she saw in the mirror? 

Everything was about to change. She walked to the closet and grabbed a pair of black heels with a red bow on the side. “Here we go,” she thought. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon when Elenore finished getting ready. Her stomach growled, but she skipped lunch anyway. This was not the first time she had done so. She was used to it. She had been pensive all morning long. She paced the room over and over again. It was almost time and she did not want to be late. After all, this was a big day. Finally, she headed out the door. Everything was about to change. 

Elenor felt her chest tighten as she approached the parking lot filled with cars. “Three years,” she thought. So many people are going to be there. She instructed the driver to continue driving. She could not bear the thought. She was terrified. She was not terrified by the event itself, but by what would follow after. She had spent a lot of time practicing her speech. Did she believe what she wrote? After all, she felt betrayed, hurt, and then numb for so long, she could not believe that this was happening again. Did she deserve to be happy again? “I forgive you,” she thought and began to cry. At last, she decided to let him go. “Turn around,” she said as she smiled. 

 Nephtalie