The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. No longer was she drowning in the storm of emotions that stemmed from a passionless romance, but soaking in the peaceful warmth of the sun.

She’d come to the hard truth that she could never love him the way she used to while staring at the rain from their shared apartments window.

Her realization was as freeing as it was saddening- the water is still a bit chilling, after all. She knows now it’s for the best to move on- really, but loosing a bond you’ve spent countless weeks trying to mend will do that to a person.

Now, the only thing stopping her is nerves. She’s positive her soon-to-be-ex will take it well (a comforting thing), however, getting used to the hollow feeling in her heart will take some getting used to.

Everything looks so small from a elevated perspective. People, buildings… problems. The only place to properly think being high above anything that could ever bother you.

It leaves you to wonder why your woes are so great in the first place. It helps you understand that maybe things aren’t as bad as they seem- as unfixable as they originally appeared.

The only peace you can find away from prying eyes and judging stares. The only place deemed ‘worthy’ enough for such deep reflection. The only place peaceful enough to think is high above the city that pains you, with nothing but the wind to hear you.