One day, in the town full of joyment and happiness, there's a one small girl. Who shines up the town. She shine so bright that the people in the town loves her so well.

But

Deep inside her heart

She keep her darkest blackest sorrow secrets along with herself. That no one, even herself when she happy; knows her darkest secrets.

No one

Not even one.

But one cloudy day, the storm comes up and hit the town. It hit the lovely happy girl. It hits her so bad that she couldn't even bothers to stand on herself.

No one

Asked her on how she got struck or got lived.

No one

Asked her whether she's fine or not

She lived in a faking life. Life that she pretend to smile and make others laugh and smile in order to void others to asked her whether she's fine or not.

No she's not

She's not fine. She's living in a cloudy black world. That no one knows. That no one would've thought she'd be.

The question is. Would we even care of the one who claims to make others happy in order to hide themselves out? Would we even noticed of that condition? Would we even sense that kind of feeling?

No we won't

Because we're too busy for that. We're too busy to noticed. Too busy to sense.

That's us. The typical human being that being selfish. Being dumb and numb to themselves.

I'm sorry because sometimes I do act like that.

I'm sorry

I'm really sorry

She cried. Without no one noticed. Without no single sound

Labels: Life, Short story