❝I know you are hurting.❞ He whispered, ❝but hold on, just a little longer.❞
There are no words which can explain the pain she felt when she stood in front of her parents' coffin. There was an ocean of unshed tears in her eyes, a burning flame in he...
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Good luck, the text read.
I wasn't sure if this is what I wanted but Amy was able to convince me that maybe this is the beginning I needed. I took another step ahead, thinly frozen puddles cracking under my boots. I took my time to observe the people around me, all of them having a mask of their own.
The stories of sleepless nights and scars were hidden by painted smiles. Some wore it to make it through the day, hoping the world doesn't see the real person they are. Some wore it to be someone who they aren't, to be accepted by others. But there are a few people whose mind and heart can never be fixed by any kind of mask and they will always be a broken soul.
Coffee & Cakes, the tiny cafe huddled despondent among the huge buildings. It was beautifully designed with white walls and paintings, wooden tables that mostly seated two people and at the glass-fronted counter was an array of cakes and pastries. Some jazz music was playing in the background as I entered, a few people had already occupied the seats, drinking their morning coffee.
There was a girl behind the counter, a smile on her face as her gaze fixed on the screen of her phone. "Um, can I know where -"
"Did you say something?" She lifted her midnight black eyes, annoyance clear in them.
"I am here for the job interview," I said, keeping my face blank.
"But I am sure that we are not hiring. There is no vacancy left. If you pen down your number here, we will let you know if there is an empty spot." She pushed a piece of a paper towards me, her eyes back to watching the tutorial of black smoky eyes.
I scowled, taking the envelope out and passing it to her. She knitted her eyebrows, reading the paper and bit her lip in embarrassment.
"I am sorry about it -"
"I would appreciate if you just show me the room and you can go back to peacefully watching your make up video," I added, following behind her.
She mumbled something along the lines of how rude but I shrugged it off, slightly opening the wooden door she pointed.
