She was a bud, not yet open for the world to see, for the world to know. She was as delicate and soft as a flower, but she was as strong and well guarded like a treasure.
Perhaps she was.
Her thoughts were unreadable.
Her face, a blank canvas.
Her heart... I can hear it beating rhythmically — slow and steady thumps.
WHO ARE YOU?
The question seemed to hang in the air, a conundrum in the cacophony of the loud silence.
Suddenly, her face wasn't a blank canvas anymore.
First, there were her lips, pink and soft.
WHO ARE YOU?
Then, her eyes took shape. Almond shaped eyes, with the same color as the raging waves of the ocean, though they showed no angst. Instead, they were sad and were welling up with tears.
WHO ARE YOU?
The question seemed to ring like a bell. Suddenly, she was complete.
Her cheeks were red... Her eyes were filled with tears... But her lips were stretched to a smile...
That's when I heard it...
Her heart shattering...
That's why she was so closed off...
Because once she revealed herself, it was too much... Once she revealed herself, she would've lost so much already...
WHO ARE YOU?
Even I can seem to answer that question for her... A broken girl trying hard to fight for a smile...
My own heart seemed to break... Because... I think I may be the reason why hers was.