She stayed quiet as always, her pain started to write her story.
The silentness slowly killed her, she hated things this way, she wanted to open up, tell to people what she suffered, but the toxicness made her mouth shut, don't think about it, it'll be okay in no time, I know you will make it, I have believe in you; she said these words in her head continuously, this helped her survive, still all the motivation never protected her from breaking into tiny pieces, her heart was not detachable, she used to expect people to understand this, she trusted them, but people brutally showed her the reality, they broke her and crushed her, slowly-slowly she became numb. She would smile brightly and shine, sulk and cry herself to sleep every night, when the morning alarm rang she used to wake up with dry tears, pale skin, a bath would make her shine again.
This continued until one day she was working at a Cafe as a waitress, when she saw him. He was shining the same as her, his pale skin was only visible to her as their eyes met a new ray of hope made its way into them.
A new story started by their fresh tears.
