Syah's Tears

Syah Beltain sat alone on the porch of her cabin.

Alone. It was not a new concept for her. Her parents had died when she was six, leaving her with her aunt, the only living relative she had. Then, when she was sixteen, her aunt died of cancer. She had no one to go to. Or so she had thought. Her aunt’s boyfriend, Bane, took her in and let her work at his survival camp in the Northern Cascade’s of Washington State. But as fate would have it, when she was 24, he also died. He left her the camp to run, which she enjoyed doing. His partner was more than happy to help her with the things that she did not know. That her guardian didn’t have the chance to teach her.

So here she was, sitting on the porch swing of her inherited cabin, looking at the stars. A full moon lit the mountains around her. A light mist surrounded the tips of the mountains, which the moon made glow. This was it. This was the small moment in time when Syah could let her tears flow silently with no one to see. The moment when she could let the hurt out and let it show on her pale face. And no one would see it and pity her.

Before she knew it she was sound asleep, with tears still falling from her eyes. Because she knew that when she woke she would still be alone.