rewritten story

ria took off her clothes from last night, stepped into the shower, turned it on, stood there. after 10 seconds what seemed like 10 hours, she realized she was still dry. and again, she realized, she didn't turn the tap in the right direction. she turned it left.

nothing seem to make sense anymore these few days. she stood under the running shower but didn't realize, this time that it was freezing cold water running through her thick, dark, waist-length hair and her skinny body. she just stood there.

she thought she cried. she knew she cried, but was not sure if those were her tears, or was it the cold water from the shower. she was not sure. then again, she was not sure of anything anymore.

but one thing she was sure. 4oopercent sure. he was leaving, leaving for a girl half her age, half his age. she was 22, shyly 8 years older than their daughter.

she had been sitting under the shower for over an hour now. if she stayed there any longer, she would be all wrinkly, and less presentable than she already is. at 41, she seemed too old for her age. no wonder danny left her for that young, flamboyant little child.

she knows her name, bernadette. she knows where she stayed. she knows her
mother, danny's future mother-in-law. this lady who would be the grandmother to
his soon-to-be-born child, is 46. she looked much younger and poised than ria.

she shut her eyes and decided to shun everything out of her already stressed mind. she failed. still, she sat there in the shower.

her heart cried. this, she was positively sure.

my rewrite of a part of Tara Road, the maeve binchy novel that i am glued to right now. it saddens me so much. are there any good men left in this world? fortunately for me, yes:)

i know you adore me
i love you too:)