Misery

"You alright, ma'am?" the maid in the kitchen enquired in concern when she noticed Serena at the kitchen's door. The woman looked paler than sheet, eyes dimmed with hollowing sadness, and melancholy shrouded her like dark clouds. Serena didn't respond nor did she glance the maid's way as she quietly dragged her feet towards the tap to douse the burn in her throat.

She reached out a hand to the glass sitting on the counter. It is then the maid noticed her trembling. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. No wonder the glass slipped off her grip as soon as she picked it up. The glass shattered to tiny pieces near her feet but Serena didn't as much flinch. She just wrapped her arms around her trembling body as though seeking protection and rested her forlorn gaze on the broken glass. The maid, startled by the sudden turn of events, ran towards her.

"Ma'am?" she called out to her but Serena just kept staring at the shattered glass. The once perfect glass- without so much of a crack on i