Everything seemed like a beautiful dream, beautiful, calm, and out of the world, like an early morning stroll along the beach. The feeling was mutual. But somewhere along the road, she fell; she fell face-first. An accident or she had tripped, she thought. A few steps later, she fell again. Something was not right. She stretched her hand to be picked when she fell again. This time she understood that she hadnt fallen but had been knocked down. Too exhausted to pick herself up, she lay there with her face covered in sand. The waves that touched her mocked her and some informed they had warned her earlier. She wanted to give up but thought it would be futile. When she opened her eyes, he was gone, with someone else. She learnt to pick herself up this time. She understood what fighting back was. She dusted off her bruises and brushed off her wounds and started walking, alone. She had come very, very far. She looked back and smiled, knowing what she had become. Surrogate Girlfriend!
