Just a thought (English version)

Just a thought

Say your own name.

Before you continue reading, say your name out loud.

Now tell me what your profession is.

Done? All right.

Now tell me your favorite color.

Really? I wouldn't have guessed.

Now tell me who your best friend is.

It's between you and me.

Perfect. Now close your eyes and forget everything you told me.

It doesn't exist anymore.

Reopen very slowly and just listen to what I say.

I'll tell you who you are.

You're a 16-year-old girl.

You're a simple person who likes simple things.

Hanging out with friends, getting ice cream, watching a series... things like that make you happy.

You're such a simple person who likes simple things.

You don't like to attract too much attention, so try not to dress too extravagantly.

Even your parents don't like certain types of clothes.

But it's not a problem.

You like simple things.

Always stay away from prying eyes, try never to cause problems.

That's also simple, those eyes fortunately never looked at you.

One day, suddenly, a pair of eyes look at you.

They're beautiful brown eyes.

Like the chocolate.

Those eyes keep looking at you.

Today.

Tomorrow.

And again after.

Eventually they become familiar eyes.

Every day they get closer, and you like it.

You've never been looked at before.

The master of those eyes likes your simplicity.

At least that's what he tells you.

But you do trust me.

I do, because you shouldn't.

A day like any other, that warm brown makes a bizarre request.

I dare say strange.

He asks you to send him videos.

Even photos, if you feel more comfortable.

You do it.

You idiot, would think.

Yeah, now I think so.

But then you didn't understand it. You were so simple.

You trusted.

The next day there was something strange.

A lot of eyes were looking at you.

Too many eyes.

But the brown ones aren't anymore.

They avoided your eyes.

You didn't know it then, but you've been avoiding hers ever since.

Out of shame.

Out of hatred.

Out of disappointment.

Say your own name.

Out loud. Say your name.

I hope you're not a simple person.

Don't ever be.

Before you look at the eyes, observe them well.

They could be hiding a lot.

Be careful.

So much.

Because there's no going back.

After the worst has come, there is no turning back.

You won't be easy anymore.

Or for the others.

Not for you, either.

Spazio Autrice

I am Eline Awik, not a psychologist or a writer. I am a normal person who has reflected and has taken these four lines down. I hope my thoughts weren't too difficult for you to follow, because in my mind they are. Let me know how they are in yours.

I apologize if there are grammatical errors, English is not my first language.