She walked past, in this crowded street full of people.

Not looking them in the eye. Averting them when she had the chance to.

Combing her fingers though her dark waist length hair.

Occasionally shoving them over her face like some sliding curtains.

Keeping her eyes narrowed just at the points of her flat shoes.

She regrets the conversation she had the day before.

She blushed all the way through, masking the fear she has inside.

Pretending everything was okay. Smiling thought crying inside.

She was so awkward at everything wishing she’d just disappear or turn invisible.

Wishing she was at least that water in the corner not having to deal with all these people staring at her red face.

The redness shone as though it was a spectacle.

Or so she thought.