She stared out the window. From behind the curtain. The view of the lake that she had always loved, was gloomy today. The water looked pale and dark. She felt cold, and had both her hands on the teacup. But the tea inside had already turned cold. She still took a sip.
As the door bell rang, she froze. She felt the tea getting stuck in her throat. The fear overwhelmed her. Her hearth started banging like crazy, she started to sweat and grasped anxiously her one shivering hand with the other. Was it him? It had to be him? Who else could it be? Should she call the police again? She was stuck like stone cold statue in the chair, unable to move.
Then she noticed her cell phone, buzzing impatiently - and a great sigh of relief escaped her. It was not him. It was her. Her best friend. Her anchor. That's what she called her -You are my anchor person in life you know. - I know. She smiled.
Through the drama, fear, stress and sadness. Through the endless days when she thought she could not bear it anymore. Through thick and thin. An anchor in her life. A friend to give her hope when she thought there were none, laughter when she wanted to cry, encouragement when she felt only pain. An anchor, the one who kept her from drifting off. An anchor to whisper that this storm too shall pass. An anchor for hope.
And she smiled, happy for having such friends in her life.
Do you have an anchor in your life? Do share.
1-30 April 2015 I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge.My theme for the challenge is Happiness. I hope you will enjoy coming along.