We meet a lot of Chrissys in our every day life. People who are in so much pain, but try their possible best to cover it up and look happy.
People who seem so happy, laughing the loudest and the hardest at all jokes, including lame ones. People who try to fix other people's lives, make others happy and probably to save them.
And every day we fail to notice the sadness in their eyes. Unshed tears. Unspoken words. The darkness looming over them, threatening to engulf them. We fail to notice the pain in their broken smiles and the irony in their comforting words.
People who are drowning in the sea of pain and fighting really hard for survival. But don't need to be saved from the pain. But from themselves and what they can do with the pain.
We need to watch out for them. Not when they're laughing with people, but after the laughter subsides. When there's no one else laughing, do they keep laughing? When they stop laughing, do their faces fall? Almost like the mask falls off and you get to see the real them.
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Phew! Author's note, finally. Thank you so much for staying with me, this far, it really hasn't been easy. Thank you. And I hope you liked it.
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