“It is not perfect!” she screams throwing everything on the floor “It will never be perfect!”.I run into the kitchen, and I find Ella staring at the mess before her.
All her stuff, papers, notepad, pencils and colours. Everything scattered on the floor. I never saw her like this before. She is shaking.
Her fists clenched so hard that the knuckles are turning white. I can see the tears slowly sliding on her chicks.She turns her head.
My senses are tricking me because everything is happening so slowly that it feels unreal.
Then she lays her eyes on me, and my legs got weak, my heart melts, and it drops to the floor with all her stuff. She wasn’t screaming about her work. She’s talking about us. We are not perfect.
We will never be perfect. Everything goes dark. She shouts my name, but I’m already somewhere else. Again.