Tea

[nomorefeathers]

She wraps her hands around the teacup and sighs, her gaze lifting to stare out the window of the small cafe. The rain streaks down the glass, stripping everything outside to bare impressions of light, color, and movement. But even though the rain smears it into just broad streaks of color, she knows that across the street is the poster, bearing the face that both is and is not her face. Even through the rain her gaze is focused on it, a long moment of silence, hands gripped tightly around the tea cup, gazing out at what has been lost.

By the time she returns focus to it, her tea's gone cold.