What is Closure?

What is Closure?(JK) Closure. That’s what she wanted. It was what she needed. After years of nightmares and daymares, she was finally ready. Ten years ago she was a child. Now she is a woman, a ready fighter. She prepared carefully, beginning two years ago. He was arrested then. Now he sat rotting in a jail cell with no chance of bail or release.

Was this closure? This resolve she vowed two years ago: to flaunt her newfound dignity before him. She had prayed for strength and the grace to stay strong. But she forgot what strength truly was. Strength comes in an inner form. Tough facades are never its equivalent.

With her arms clasped she entered the visitor’s room. They were separated by strong glass. His blonde locks were shorn off and his eyes sunken. A satisfied feeling welled beneath her skin, only to die in the next heartbeat. His eyes were blank, locked on hers with no expression. Each pulse of her heart felt laboured, delayed, painful. she pursed her lips but her voice had run to the sahara desert during her quiet drive out of her comfort zone. She bristled slightly. Who was he to make her nervous with one stare? The nerve of the rapist.

“I came for closure.” Her voice cracked in the silence. Still he stared. Finally, when she felt she could scream in frustration, he shifted in his seat with a deep sigh.

“I’m banished here ‘til the day I die. I breathe here as a condemned man. Did you have to see this with your own curious eyes for closure?” his voice rang tonelessly like a funeral bell. His eyes communicated nothing but a shining blue.

After the guards had led him out and she locked herself in her shiny blue car, she broke down.

This was no closure. This was only the beginning.