Today is just a day.

Today is a day. 

Just... A day. 

After so many hours of travelling, all she gets is heartache. Just... heartache. Never thought this would be real. She dislike from the moment she heard the news and now, there she is, mingling with them, them she dislike. What to say. What to do. Just... Keep herself quiet. As quiet as she could. As calm as she could. Inside, she is crying and wish she is not there. 

Faking her smile. Faking her words. Faking her expression. Fake. 

Deeply. Wounded. But. Unspoken. 

Her female pain is no more longer a pain to her. This heart is aching very bad. Overwhelming. Beyond other natural physical pain. 

She just can't explain this mixed feelings. Just... Believing that it is better to keep this to herself despite knowing the consequences. 

She tries to accept and adapt to the situation but each and every movement and word of the third party is slashing her heart and feelings deeply. Very deep until she is unable to speak. 

This wound will be a scar. This scar will always be a scar. The scar might get bleed again as what has happened today.