The aftermath

3pm.
You could not smile. Even the best jokes in the world managed to just crack the fine lines in your face, but you could not smile from your heart. The world seemed gloomy. You felt your face getting warmer, flushing. Visions began to blur.

3.10pm.
You can feel warm tears began flooding your mini-eye-tank. For a second you wished your lower eye-lid was bigger, wider to contain the sudden outpouring of the tears. You tried your best to hold the tear production, but they would not listen. You widen your eyes in the effort to contain the tears better but... it was a mission impossible. You failed.

Tears leaked from your mini-eye-tank. Initially they were small droplets of tears, but in a matter of seconds they've upgraded into streams. Never look down on them. You felt you have lost the mini-battle. There's no need to contain the tears nomore. They were evident, obvious to the people around you. There's no hiding place... except for a few feet away - the washroom. Off you dashed.

3.25pm.
The tears finally dried up. But your head is now pounding hard. Your eyes were bloodshot. Face flushed, hot. You cleaned your face, and walked out the washroom.

8.30pm.
The pounding in your head remains. Eyes very tired. Sleepy. The aftermath of crying still lingers around.