A n x i e t y

Seven letters. A-N-X-I-E-T-Y.

Anxiety: Intense, excessive, and persistent worry and fear about everyday situations.

She grimaced from the flare of the moon. Even that seemed to cause her pain. Her breath was visible in the frigid air, a cloud- a sign of her constant wary and fearful attitude. The cloud was so delicate- so light. And you couldn't see it for then a brief instant before it faded away into nothingness.

She ever so carefully picked up her tiny teacup from the small, delicate table. Everything about her was delicate. As she was about to take a sip, she heard a caw from a crow above her, and she jumped. The teacup fell off the balcony- and hit the ground with a crash. Dove Condillac slowly looked down from the balcony only to see the cup shattered into what seemed a million shards- like her life. Her broken life.

(W.I.P.)