La Femme

Drunk with melancholy, she strips down to her undergarments, leaving her her t-shirt and shorts lying alone on the cold snow-white tiles. She turns to the sink and is surprised to see another girl standing opposite her. She stops and stares at the girl, studying her features while the girl does the same to her. The girl has dark chocolate hair that slightly curls around her shoulders. Her face a light olive colour that comes with an oily complexion. The expression the girl wears is one of hard nonchalance. Soon, she sees a tear trickle down the girl's face. Then another, and another. She wonders if the girl's expression is just a mask hiding the feeling of helplessness. But as the girl's face gets soaked with her crying, the indifference stays, though now even more cold and hard than before. She wants to hug the girl, comfort her. But she realises that she is unable to. For she too, tastes the exact same salty hot teardrops.