The sunfire burned as it beat upon her relentlessly. She knew that it was different today. Or that... she was different. First there was pain, pounding and torturous, she remembered trying to form words to describe it. The best description she could muster up was a thick wire coil wrapped around the inside of your brain, squeezing and clenching, along with pulsing barbed wires located near your temples. But she put on that brave front, hidden behind tinted glasses.

She was walking behind someone she thought she recognized, or at least, someone she thought she should know. He was different, eyes darkened by mascara, tall and dressed in black. She was behind him at first and then she walked in front, wondering if he would somehow affect her life, or would he just board the train and fade away, just a passenger passing by. The fact that she wrote about him answered the question.

And then the pain was gone, as the soothing dark liquid was poured down her throat. It was hot, it was sweet and it made the pain go away. But then there was the other pain later. The one that came with awkward silences, with disinterest and emotions. That too was conquered by her, unwittingly and accidentally.

Only then came the sunfire, and that too was conquered by a long respite and replenishments. Not only of the body, but of the mind. It was put at ease momentarily, though it was not fully stable, as the foundation was too shallow, too uncertain.

And that was proven when it was time to leave. And she knew she would never see them again. And she even announced the thought vocally. No one disagreed, they accepted it by not saying anything. Eventhough she wished it wasn't so, she didn't wish it enough that she would do anything about it.