She Is Alone
She's sitting at a table, by herself. A laptop in front of her, headphones plugged into the side. Her eyes wander around the room, following the movement of the people who fill it. Some sit at tables, some are merely walking past but one thing is the same; none of them are alone like she is. They are all smiling and talking and laughing.. And she is just sitting there, a subtle frown on her face as she attempts to hold back tears that have been threatening to break her for what feels like a lifetime. She turns up the volume on her music, desperate to tune the laughter out. Laughter makes her feel envious, and that is something she does not like to feel.