Having told everyone she's busy, she couldn't care less who was calling or what they had to say. Chucking her futile phone into the water, she can feel the icy crystals that her heart's pumping through her veins.
Having told everyone she doesn't have time, there she sits, alone on the pier, as if lost in a state of mind. She can feel her unconscious self reaching, reaching for time. Her eyes stare straight ahead, but glimmer blankly; her hands hanging listlessly on the rail. She can feel her inner self running, running from the truth. She finds herself stomping all over it, trapped, cornered; nothing else to do but bang on the walls, flinching instantly, finding herself back at the pier.
She foresees his broken heart when she looks down at the water, where the sun dances softly on the surface. Wishing she could feel calm like the ripples in the water, flowing as smooth as music, soothing every pain. Unable to tell him, knowing that she's going to have to face it, she sits there; waiting, wishing, running.
