Broken and how

As she sits silently in the far left corner of the room, near a glass window where the light comes in with spectacular opulence, flipping through the pages of a newspaper. Her face aptly resembles the silence that's in place. I observe her spectacles slid down to her nose obtrusively and a expression of curiosity on her face as her contracts her eyes to read the tiny details. She reads through the headlines, shakes her head in contempt and goes onto the next headline. A sharp buzzing tone from her smartphone extricates her from a world of negative expanse which she very willingly immerses herself in.

A smartphone which she was introduced to; after I broke her paleolithic phone by carelessly throwing it on the bed which unexpectedly bounced off to a height of Burj Khalifa. Screw gravity! In my defense, the phone was not anything better than dead, the keys of the phone were fractured, I just killed it's display and I had to hear so much over that scene starting from how I would have been a nightmare for my parents to being an irresponsible adult. Weeks after, she told me about plans of getting new phone, I adamantly accompanied her to the store to buy her new phone. I didn't want to, but my conscience didn't let me stay home so I pushed myself to move. I had no idea that I'd be introducing her to the new love of her life.

She isn't the same person now, the little we did know of her. She spends more time living in a box. Maybe, because people around her has failed her and has let her down on occasions when she thought they would keep her close. We never shared our back stories but we always talked of good things in life so every minute spent with her was a moment of absolute joy. Things had changed. The fearless, independent woman that we knew of had restrained herself to a room. She doesn't look at her closet like she used to, the nail paint on her dressing table had remain untouched for long, the power in her voice seemed lost, there's an uneasy feeling which she hides from the rest of the world. The dark side has taken over which upsets me for some reason. To be fair, we are all little broken inside and that's what prepares us for society. If you somehow make it unscathed to the top, society makes sure to do the work that's left undone. I wonder how many people around us live, most of them merely exist. Some veer off to distractions of life while others just pretend to live. Maybe this is how life continues for some. Consumed into abject misery. Although we don't see each other much but whenever bump into each other we share a smile, a warm greeting, a special bond.