It was a battle long fought. No one was winning, but no one was willing to stand back either. We were being hunted, hunted because we cried. Or smiled. Or laughed. Hunted because we couldn't hide everything that so desperately wanted to get out. Our emotions. They called us Voids. They wanted us dead. They wanted the world to be a blank canvas of cold stares and quiet voices. And Echo was the main target. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everyone saw me as a mistake. At least other Void's chose to hide. I had no option. Because eventually, there are to many tears and the damn breaks. Eventually, the weight of the world crushes me and I cry. And I can't hold back.