Desperate.. is something common in mankind,
well at least it is for me.
To begin with, I'm a type of a person whom use to put a fake smile to hide my insecurity.
I shout to the world saying flattery things while thinking the opposite
I laughed though I don't really want to
I gossiped even though I don't get a clue what they're talking about
I suppressed my emotions..
It has been a while since it became my daily routine.
Smile , be friendly , never show your true feelings.
That was my principle.
It was winter and one cold day.
I walked up the slope to reach my school when I met a brown hair guy, approximately one feet tall above me, looking to the void sky. He was wearing uniform of my school, with blue tie ( second year ) . He looks decent though there were bruises and bandages on his face. Seems delinquent..
Not that I care. I blinked my eyes and put on my usual smiling face.
" Hi ! "
" Are you perhaps in your second year ? "
" Its a one cold day isn't it ? "
" I wonder if it'll snow today .. "
*Awkward silence*
" Hey, are you okay ? Seems like you got bruises everywhere.. "
A minute passed with silence sprouting in the air. I was still smiling. Damn this guy. Won't you at least greet me so I won't looked like an idiot ? -_-
He finally look onto my face and replies
" Is it usual for you to put that fake face of yours ? "
" .... "
#Sorry if there's language errors here and there#
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