As Ivy made her way down near the lake, she suddenly realised that something was missing. Her constant companion, her sadness, was gone. It was as if it had been washed away in the mists of the rain. Its absence felt odd, perhaps even uncomfortable. For the past years it had defined for her what was normal, but now, unexpectedly, it had vanished. It feels good.
Normal is a myth.
The sadness would not be the part of her identity any longer.
With each sob she felt the tension drain away, replaced by a deep sense of relief. Finally, she took a deep breath and blew it out as she lifted her head and smiled.