Above it (Write-up)

As she walked out, a feeling of detachment spread over her. Her heart that was crushed seemed to solidify its resolve, fixing itself, freezing the pain. She looked at the joy and laughter, happiness and delight around her. Watching people pursue life while she was broken, didn’t pain anymore. She felt a disconnect, a weird sense of unbelonging, a detachment, as if she could glide through the people, without letting their mirth affect her, without letting her pained heart shatter with the injustice of their happiness. She felt as if she were a different entity, watching them from far above, as if their pleasure in life was temporary, waiting to be crushed just like hers had been. She worried how suddenly she had stopped feeling, or caring. And then she smiled to herself, realizing that pain was weak after all. It was not potent enough to destroy, it only crushed, not pull apart. She smirked for she knew she would be over it, or maybe even above it.

P. S. Based on a character in a book I have been reading