Somewhere behind her smile, she hides. She fills the evening with empty conversation and vacant gestures. Too worn, she then simply stands near the fray of chatter to look engaged. When she feels she might shatter, she leaves without saying goodbye. Outside, she crumples on the sidewalk, hollowed by the night. When she can stand again, she hobbles to her car, breathing in all the beautiful silence and space around her. She frees herself from pretense and protocol and scatters her thoughts among the stars.
These are the best moments of the entire evening for her.