A voice boomed through the room as she screamed :
"To be alive and to live are two different things. Even the comatose are alive but they ain't living . Yet most of us are alive , an empty structure of flesh and counted emotions . Carrying a baggage in our hearts with a dead soul buried somewhere deep inside. Why can't you see behind my eyes, the empty shell that I have become ? Just to make everyone else happy. "
Her legs gave up, as she slid down the wall, curling herself in a ball, as if to protect herself from this cruel world. Trying to silence here cries.
Tears rolled down his eyes as He saw how broken the person who he thought as his sunshine was. But he didn't dare open his mouth, even if he did, words won't come out as if stuck in his throat scared of what Harm they may do to the his broken heart lying in front of him on the ground.
That day, the usual noisy apartment was quite and full of silent cries.
A short unbound story for ya all. Tell me what you think about it.
