~Rest~

The pain creeps up, slowly at first but getting worse by the hour.

The flow of customers never stopped, maybe it did, but only enough for a sip of cold lemon tea before the next flow continues.

5pm, the nausea sets in, the brunch called Maggi came out the way it went in.

Sounds of coughing was heard, flushed cheeks was seen and tears were streaming in the dark followed by the flushing sound of water down the toilet bowl.

The cool tap water tasted so lovely even if its only for gargling.

The girl in the mirror was both pale and flushed.

And the body continues to move at a slower pace, occasional wobbling was inevitable.

And the flow of customers never ceased, some might be wondering what happened to the red-flushed salesgirl with weary eyes and coarse voice.

7pm, finally it's time to officially say goodbye to all customers.

But it also meant the second time the nausea sets in, and the second time which food, liquids to be exact, not digested by the looks of it, gushed out from the mouth which it had earlier entered from 7 hours ago.

For the first time in her 25 years, she has known the limits of her body and was amused that no strong will whatsoever could drag her to go on.

7.30pm was her limits.

Sorry as she was, she had to leave for her body was forcing her to do so.

The daggers in her brain was piercing hard, her shoulders stiff as wood and her legs weighed tonnes.

It took her every ounce of strength in her body to drag herself home for a relaxing shower, she could still swallow some tasteless instant porridge though, before sinking into deep slumber at 8pm.

A day to remember, another history to recall.

Never take things for granted, for it might cause one's downfall.