DepressionPainalwayshidesbehindthestories,eitheremotionalorphysical.LindawasaLiteraturestudentwhohadturquoisehair,andhereyesgavemeafeelingofmelacholy.Everytimeshewalkedby,Isawthatsheploddedwearilyalongtheroadlanguidly.Asenseoflonelinessandhelplessnesswashedoverherandhersadnessquicklyturnedintoself-pity.Therewasabrightmooninthepitch-blackskywithamyraidofstarsglittering,itseemedtobeapicturesquescenebutdescribedanincompletestoryinhermind.Shestoodonthebalconyandstaredattheskydesperatelywhiletheatmospherewasthickwithdepression.Lindawhimpered,shiveringalloverwithcold,thenightairchilledherbones.Themiserablememorywouldstayinthebottomofherheart,andshewouldrememberthatunbearablypainfulscenevividly.Itwasashinydayfulloffreshness,andthesunshineilluminatedtheworldandLinda'ssoul.Shedecidedtogooutalonetorelax,andherfirstchoicewastogotothegardenwhichwasherfavouriteplace.Assheapproachedthefrontdoorofthegarden,afamiliarbackviewwasmovinginfrontofher.Besidethat,achildofaboutfiveyearsoldinafashionablewoman'sarmwhowasaccompanyingthatburlyman.Suddenly,itwaslikeathunderboltfromtheclearskyandshehadbeenpreparingforthatmomenttocomebecauseitwasthetruththatshecouldnotavoidit.Thehottearswelledupinhereyes,excruciatingpainstabbedherinthebackofherheartassheknewsheusedtobethatchildaswell.AsaLiteraturestudent,shehadbeenreadingthousandsofbooksandsheusedtoimaginethesescenesbefore.Thingsjusthappeneddramaticallyinfrontofher,however,sheneverthoughtthatwouldhappeninherlife.Bothofthem,Lindaandhermother,wereunwillingtoacceptthetruth.Initially,shewaspleasedtoseeherfatherappearbuttheyjustwalkedpasteachotherlikestrangers.Abreakingsoundwasheard,herhearthadjustbrokenintopiecesbadlyanditwouldneverbecuredoneday.Lindaheldhertearsbackandtookadeepbreath,tryingnottoletthetearsdropdownandleftthegardenquietly.Uponthinkingthis,shefeltverystressedandhopedshewouldvanishfromthisruthlessworld.Hertearstainedfacewaspuffyandswollenwithgrief,andshesmiledattheskyandtearsfellalongherjawline.Atthesametime,thenightskywasablazewithflashesoflightning.