Too late.

Looking out into the endless sea, she just stood there. Motionless. Unaware of the moist, dancing breeze around her. She had never taken that breeze for granted. Infact, she had been grateful for it. But today...today was different...there were heavier things on her mind, weighing her down...as if someone had tied a stone around her body and she was drowning. She was unaware of everything. Of the late night hour, of her presence as the only woman on the sea shore, of the fact that men were watching her, and that she stood out. She stood out with her elegant and sophisticated looks. Coming from a middle class family, nobody would expect her to look like a queen, but she did. Even in rags.
Today she stood like a queen who has lost everything. But the poise came naturally to her. The sea was calling out to her. It was promising her to leave that pathetic world behind and become the queen of endlessness. Of nothingness. From where she was standing, the vast ocean was only a step away. Only a step away was her escape. The great escape.
Suddenly her realities had changed. This city of dreams looked too shallow and salivating. Yesterday seemed so close. That yesterday when she had come to this city with an edge. She believed she could be someone, with her ethics intact. She did become someone. Yes she did. The wife of a rich businessman. He cut her wings and used to fly every night with the butterflies. And her ethics. Yes those. They were intact. Thats why she was here. Tonight. Her husband didn't know. No he thought she was with his friend. A friend she was supposed to keep company for bright business prospects.
What will her parents think? They were simple people. She craved to be back in their safe arms. the sounds of the waves pierced her reverie. Something blinked on her right....the cellphone...Home calling...a tear dropped...how do they always know that she needs them...how...what if they need me tomorrow...They have taught me not to be weak...no never...i will not do this...no i will go back...catch the train home and go back...that is my escape...
And she hurried down the black, slimy stone...she slipped...she fell...silence....the ocean succeeded...she was a queen again....a reluctant one...but a queen all the same...