Now what?

Why does she feel alone? Even with people around her at work and at home now, why is it that she walks alone, cries into her pillow, choking her sobs into the white (now dirty) fabric? Why is it that she has to cry in the toilet, so no one can watch the tears and question her (what's wrong now/again?)? Why doesn't a new thing excite or enthuse her anymore? Is it because she is learning new lessons - to shut her mouth, to think many times before she says something, to try to do things right, set some wrongs right, heal some wounds, throw the hurt out from her heart, maybe walk away?

Time heals all. But what if it brings more of the same?