Candid

Seven

A world that is full of human. Lack of wisdom and a desire to be a good man.

Emptiness were there. Chained by things- words that cannot be unlock.

If I decided to be a good man, will I gain something from it?

I found myself walking up on to the rooftop of a building which I use to be my favorite hiding place.

The sun is setting now so I quickened my pace to see the hue of it slowly changes into different colors that gives me calmness whenever I look at them.

I opened the door quietly. I didn't notice that someone is here too. She's sitting on the floor watching how the golden hot thing above slowly vanishing.

I came here to watch the sunset. Not to watch someone who was in the middle of this rooftop. Comfortable by what she's seeing. But she's difficult to be unnoticed. Hues of sky above reflects on her.

Candid.

Somehow, I feel like I want to take care of her. There's something I can feel that she's not fine. Although, that's only my conclusion.

As someone who is like a perfect made of art. She doesn't deserve to feel any negativity. Her color screams that she's perfect. A sun in the morning who will give you energy to do your work. A moon and stars in darkness that will give you light and serenity whenever you look up the sky at night.

She stand up. I just notice that she's holding a book. She walk her way onto the railings.

Something seems off.

"Shit! Stop! Don't!"

I ran to pull her away from the railings, grabbing her wrist.

The looks on her eyes when she's looking at it, feels like she's anticipating on jumping.

She lost her balance at my sudden act. She overthrown herself onto me. I heard her groan.

"What the hell?"

She knocked me to the floor. Hard. I won't be able to move and get up.

I feel like she weighs nothing. Slowly, I felt her getting up but suddenly stopped. My eyes met hers. Her eyes were like black holes. Darker than the dark. The deepest of the ocean. There are tons of emotion there. Waiting to be unraveled. I can see my reflection into hers. Serious, while looking at her with my grey, gloomy eyes.

Her eyes speaks a lot. But she's trying to conceal what she truly feels. I wonder what are they?

This is the first time I have seen someone with eyes like that. It tells you what mouths cannot tell. One look and you can definitely read her. Or maybe it's just me?

"Damn, I thought I will be seeing a suicide shit right now. I panicked." I ran my hands through my hair.

Cases of suicides are increasing. Reasons behind them aren't good. It will never be good enough. No one deserves to take away their own life because of someone's inconveniences.

People tends to make a joke about this kind of topic. When in reality, suicide is a way which a person thinks that can be a help for them to escape the cruelty in this world.

No man is an island.

They say.

But no one will be there for you when you wanted to scream the words you really wanted to say, what your own mind always tells you to vent out. Someone will probably going to hear them. But they never really listen. No one really cares about someone's problem.

No one likes to meddle with someone's life anyways, unless they feel that you're something special, someone that is worth their time and attention.

In this world that is full of human. Lack of wisdom and a desire to be a good man, emptiness were there. Chained by things— words that cannot be unlock. And the key is there, finding a way on how to make it free.