She closed the door, biting back a sob as the tears fell onto her cheeks. She moved to the bed, collapsing face down on it, wrapping her arms around a pillow and hiding her face in it's white cover. "I can't do this." She whispers to the fabric. It was too hard to day. Too hard to be happy. Too hard to help others. She needed the help, but how could she ask? How could she demand such a thing. Demand a simple hug. A simple understanding that she just....wanted a moment of peace. To find happiness again. To not have to stress about others and be worried for them. Why couldn't....why couldn't life just go back to the old normal?

-Inspiration from Missing Mom and mourning