She had those secret moments that turned her inside herself and away from the world she lived in. It was as if her interior world, the world of dreams and possibilities, became more real to her than this grey shadow we trudge through going about our daily lives.
Her world was full of colour and roads that led to all kinds of wonders. It was a place where the possibilities of stories came true. It was a place where myth and legend became as real as the pulse of blood through her veins and beating in her heart. It was the place where she was truly alive.
All the people who knew her: her friends, work colleagues, even those she met on a daily basis, all knew she held some secret deep within her that no-one else could ever discover. The assistant at the coffee shop always had her order ready for her as he looked forward to her arrival each morning. Even though he tried to delay her leaving, he could never find a way through to her secret world. Some thought she had the deep tragedy of a long-lost love she could not forget, others though of some overwhelming personal tragedy she could not move on from.
None of them, not one of them, no-one knew what it was that kept her distant from them, what it was that kept her apart. She was the woman of mysterious deep secrets, at least until the day the stranger came along and shattered her world apart.
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