Rowanny-Queen

                      TEA STAIN  At this moment, she couldn't quite decide which was more painful: the constant struggle to live up to everybody's expectations or the sudden, bitter realization that no one expected anything from her anymore.  Exhaling a shuddering breath, she brought the over steeped cup of tea to her forehead in hope that its comforting warmth would take her mind of the growing pressure constricting her throat. Surely she had done enough snivelling about these past months to last her a life time. No such luck though. Already the tears that had been blurring her visions for a few minutes were spilling over her cheeks and