I'm lost in thoughts during my work time.

Who was the man in black yesterday?

And why is there nothing to find about Chanyeol, the boy who tries to distract me from my rough everyday life?

"Excuse me, I want to pay.", a customer gets me back to reality.

I slightly blush but directly cash up.

As the girl is gone, I slump inside. How ashaming.

Luckily my boss didn't notice my conduct.

Suddenly she appears in her doorway.

"What am I paying you for? Dreaming?!", she asks harsh.

"Is it forbidden to dream?", I retort.

"There is no time for such things here!", she yells.

I move back.

"Well, in this generation, do dreams have a meaning at all?!", I shout.

She comes closer towards me and I can hear her snorting.

"Girl, if you wanna dream, do that somewhere else.", with that she grabs my arm roughly and pulls me out of the shop.

"Get away and never come back!", she screams. Then she walks in again and comes back after some seconds.

My stuff.

She throws my jacket and bag infront of my feet.

Her gaze hits upon me like lightning. Full of hatred and resentment.

"Go and dream! Dream and keep on dreaming! But I will tell you something: you will never ever get paid for it!"

She slams the door and I'm standing there, outside in the wind. Totally deserted.

Raindrops start falling from the sky and even though it's tepid I start shaking.

I pick up my things from the ground and pull on my jacket.

I hide my fingers under the sleeves.

How could she do this to me?

What did I do wrong?

How can she have the right to say that dreams will never come true? That it's pointless to dream.

I have always dreamed of acception and respect.

I have dreamed of a work I can totally bloom at.

This is not what I wanted.

My eyes become filled with tears.

They're running down my cheeks until I've got the sense of salt on my tongue.

I try to be strong, try not to cry anymore because it is so mortitying in public.

I take a deep breath and almost pull myself together, but only the thought of myself makes me weak again.

It's the first time I've got compassion towards myself.

The sounds of the cars behind me are blurred, the lights as well.

I dig my headphones out of the bag, put them on and decide to leave.

While I'm walking I wipe away my smudged make-up.

I can't differentiate the raindrops from my tears, which are falling into the puddles infront of me.

My feet lead me to the little alley with the dark grey stone wall.

I fall down on the cold and wet ground, close my eyes and there's no one to comfort me.