she leaves the apartment by herself.
bound and determined to go alone.
she's accepted it. she's fine with it.
she waits for the bus, too long, she looks at her watch. still time. don't worry.
the bus comes, she finds a seat by herself.
she watches the other people.
she's fine, she's out alone. she can do it.
she can handle herself.
freedom.
on the bus, her phone rings. it's her friend telling her that she got off work early and she can go to the party now.
Whew! the girl sighs with relief.
she won't have to go alone after all, she won't have to walk in alone, she won't have to start conversations alone.
she will have a friend with her to be her pal, to talk with new people together, to have that security.
she sighs with relief again and smiles.
smiles out the window at all the people waiting for the bus.
they don't understand why she's smiling but she doesn't care.
she is happy. she is relieved.
she meets her friend, they walk in together, they meet new people, they talk, they laugh, it's comfortable. it's easy.
they leave, the girl splits off to go catch her bus.
it was always going to be ok. she smiled again, looking out the bus.