Unanswered

She looked at the eudora screen anxiously. Waiting till the progress bar hit full and the "you've got mails" message pop. Rolling down the scroll bar, scanning each line carefully.

That email was unanswered.

She felt out of breath. She didn't realize she was holding her breath during the whole process. But the pain didn't seem to come from lacking of oxygen. She was surprised that it hurts. It's not like she's expecting to find the answer anyway. At least that's what she's been trying to tell herself. To kill her hope. What a stupid hope. It's so stubborn and naive.

And stupid her. She's still waiting.