Loneliness, sadness, grief, disappointment and somehow still being there albeit away from the people she cares about because she thinks she has put them through enough pain as is. They surely must be tired off the tears. She came into their home without anything aside from the clothes on her back and hope for a bright future, visions of befriending people only to be hit with the reality, thus ended up being sent down a dark path where there is nothing to be happy about. She had her friend true, but without her she felt so alone and it didn't help that the people around her seemed to reject her, not really giving her a chance to prove herself. The last of idealist in her had died as time went on leaving only bleak shell. She wished for someone to hug her. To kiss away the emotions that plagued her for days, if not weeks. Sad reality was she was alone. All alone.

An extract from the short story I managed to write between work and other real life things.