Quiet

She looks...quiet.

She's sitting on a bench in an airport in Athens, bags scattered around her. There's a few people lingering around where she's sitting, quietly chatting or scrolling through their phone. But she's just staring at her hands or out the window, her earbuds in but her eyes glazed and unfocused on the music. Her expression is solemn, but every so often it cracks and she looks a wreck. There are bags under her eyes and her hands are trembling.

She looks like she's trying to hold herself together after a long night. She looks like the sky right before a thunderstorm breaks, like a cracked piece of china held together by scotch tape. She looks like a nuclear bunker with the door cracked open unintentionally. She looks like the sound of ringing in the ears blocking out the sounds of war.

She looks quiet.

Until someone turns to talk to her. And then she smiles and acts like nothing was ever the matter.

Dramatic456

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