The waves were overwhelming. Rushing waters were deafening. The cold breeze gave an eerie feeling – a feeling of loneliness. Though the sky is full of stars, the darkness of the night seemed to reflect the situation she was in.
She was the silent type, never comfortable with the company of people. I can live peacefully by myself, she thought. But these past few days, she wanted friends. She longed for companionship. No one was there to hear her silent cries. No one would care to ask her how she really was behind those deceiving smiles. No one really knew her.
She was the sweet naive girl with no thoughts of what might come ahead. People often regarded her as the one who always encouraged, the one who always paid attention. Oh, they would never realize how much she needed encouragement and attention right now. She was weary. She grew tired of running the race of uncertainty.
She was the daughter of the Prime Minister, the first-born of a teacher. She was expected to know a lot of things. She tried. And tried. And tried. She poured her heart out into every task they gave her. Now she was left empty. Void, nothing. She wanted to ask for a Manual that would contain answers to her questions but no one could give her one. Of course there was none, silly. She thought to herself.
She fell down on the ground for the nth time. She really did not know what to do. The pressure from her studies, the unfairness of the society, and the selfishness of people… what more could she ask for? They envy her for her life – well-off family, prestigious university, designer clothes every day. But what they failed to see: beyond her fine-looking façade were hurt and trouble. And she was facing all of it… alone.
She was the silent type, never comfortable with the company of people. I can live peacefully by myself, she thought. But these past few days, she wanted friends. She longed for companionship. No one was there to hear her silent cries. No one would care to ask her how she really was behind those deceiving smiles. No one really knew her.
She was the sweet naive girl with no thoughts of what might come ahead. People often regarded her as the one who always encouraged, the one who always paid attention. Oh, they would never realize how much she needed encouragement and attention right now. She was weary. She grew tired of running the race of uncertainty.
She was the daughter of the Prime Minister, the first-born of a teacher. She was expected to know a lot of things. She tried. And tried. And tried. She poured her heart out into every task they gave her. Now she was left empty. Void, nothing. She wanted to ask for a Manual that would contain answers to her questions but no one could give her one. Of course there was none, silly. She thought to herself.
She fell down on the ground for the nth time. She really did not know what to do. The pressure from her studies, the unfairness of the society, and the selfishness of people… what more could she ask for? They envy her for her life – well-off family, prestigious university, designer clothes every day. But what they failed to see: beyond her fine-looking façade were hurt and trouble. And she was facing all of it… alone.