Her judgmental eyes follow the strangers innocently walking by. They will never feel the burn of her dismissal, but it’s there, nonetheless. No one will ever be good enough. 

She sniffs dismissively and picks up her bag as she rises, her heels clicking all the way to her car. It reeks of solitude and superiority. 

No one is home to greet her. Neither loved one nor pet, for she has none. 

Because she’s better than that. 

Her smirk is her only company. 


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