One day, I happened to see a crying girl. When I approached her, she asked me some questions, still continuing to sob.
"Am I ugly?"
"Am I useless?"
She asked me those and more others, but I just stood on my spot. My limbs weren't frozen-- nor my whole body. I just stood there because I couldn't even do anything.
Strangely, my hand moved to its own accord. I was surprised, but I didn't stop myself. I let the hand do its work.
Moments later, I found myself wiping the girl's tears. I asked my inner voice, "Why did you do that? You should've let those tears fall."
"No. You can let them fall, but don't let them reach the ground."
"Why?"
"If it falls on the ground, you're helpless after that."
I paused. I let time to help me understand my inner voice's answer. But seconds turned into minutes-- the meaning couldn't be found. So I tried to ask the girl.
When I did, I was surprised with myself, since I wasn't surprised at the girl's actions. She laughed, but her tears still fell. Yet she laughed a hearty laugh.
"'You're helpless after that?' Hahahahahahahaha I'm already helpless even before it will."
I became very confused.
"Then why?"
"Why, you ask?" She paused,
"Oh, I don't know. Not everything needs an explanation, do they? Just like me. And you. We don't need an explanation to why we exist now."
I nodded at her words. She was right.
"We don't also need an explanation to why we hate ourselves," the girl smiled, "We can hate, and hate, and hate, and hate, and hate, and hate each other without meaning~"
I agreed again.
"Hah."
"Pathetic and absurd." I said, smiling at myself in front of the mirror.
