Madeleine turned her head and stared at the lights outside the window for a while before she slowly walked to the window.
She pushed open the window, and the summer breeze, carrying warmth, rushed in.
Howard lived in a high-rise, and from there Madeleine could look down upon the myriad lights of other homes. In the past, whenever she felt upset, it was mostly because Howard had gotten a new girlfriend. Seeing Howard being affectionate with other women in front of her was tough; though she always hid her affection and acted carefree, she was, after all, a woman with the unique sentimentality and susceptibility to melancholy that came with her gender. So, whenever she felt unbearably oppressed, she would run to a high place and watch the myriad lights, and then her mood would gradually calm down.
But tonight, no matter how long she stared, her mood remained downcast.
Could it be that pouring one's whole heart into love ultimately only resulted in this heart-wrenching despair?
