She was upset. They'd read her completely wrong. The walls seemed to be closing in. Finally, she couldn't take it any more. She pressed the button with her index finger and the monitor went to sleep.
She stepped out of the glass building, soaking in the breeze that seemed to soothe her broken soul.
The park looked inviting. A slow walk, she thought, would heal her.
So, she took the path curved out for walkers. She gazed at the full moon that illuminated the dark blue sky in a dull, intriguing way. She trudged on, feeling the ground beneath in a leisurely way.
A man in grey swung past her, turning behind, a question stamped all over his face. Soon, a lady clad in a yellow gunjee with her earphones secured in, jogged past, halted, plucked her earphones out, burning her with her gaze, her eyebrows coming close together in irritation.
Soon enough, there were people walking, pushing along, some through her left, some past her right, stopping, gazing. She felt her pace increase, she began walking as fast as she could, comfortably overtaking petite in yellow and uncle in grey, turning back and giving them a cold stare.
She stopped suddenly, wondering what she was doing.
All she needed, wanted was a leisurely stroll. But then, she wasn't even allowed to do that.
No place, where she could be, just herself.
She walked back into the glass case, tapping away like nothing happened.
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