The Land of Crimson Dreams

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What is the worst thing that can happen to you at this point in your life, other than death or natural disasters?

Think about it.

She sat there, in the most comfortable couch she has ever sat on, surrounded by tasteful Christmas decors that created a cozy ambiance in mid-November. It was their favorite restaurant, she and her family, and it was ages since they had last been there: well, this was a special occasion. The food was superb, the company merry, and the place perfect. And yet she cannot shake off that sinking feeling that dragged her deeper and deeper into despair as her family enjoyed their selves more and more. Only a fragile layer of mask kept this at bay – kept it separate from the seemingly perfect family scenario.

This was tearing her apart. She could take on anything except when it concerns her family.

They will understand… of course they will after their initial shock. They will accept, be supportive, and understand. But they will be disappointed, and for some reason, that idea hurts her most of all.

She stood up and headed towards the comfort room. Her dad looked at her and held her hand as she passed by, squeezing it as he smiled and said, “looks like you enjoyed the meal.”

It was as if he was squeezing her heart. She smiled and replied with a “yeah” and a pat on her stomach. She hurried away and went in the comfort room and faced the mirror. She saw the woman with a torn mask staring back at her. She knew what the woman in the mirror was thinking: things are never going to be the same after tomorrow. She nodded, agreeing with the woman, and fixed the tear in the mask.

She headed back out to the glittering Christmas lights, the expensive food and the smiling faces. Until tomorrow… her smile must be like theirs until tomorrow.

Tomorrow, she must tell them that the worst thing that can happen to her in this point in her life other than death and natural disasters has happened to her.