Exile

Because friendship is not as beautiful as you imagine.

For the first time, I looked at him. He was holding his chin and his eyes were looking all over the room, as if looking for something that was unattainable. Our eyes spontaneously met and he reflexively turned his face toward the window. His eyes focused on something there, but those eyes felt empty. There was no spark in his eyes. Those empty, cold, lonely eyes.

The woman was unknown to me, and I also had no intention of greeting her. Today she wears a black dress with a polka-dot touch that adorns her dress, as well as a plain pink elegant scarf. He looks elegant in his clothes, but his face is wistful and his heart is grimacing. He was silent between the noise of the people around him. He was like a cold, sad painting.

I saw the look on his face tighten and his eyes wilt, as if the turmoil in his chest was too tight to swallow. His gaze swelled instantly. He curled in his own arms. His head was bowed, his shoulders were shaking, his strong fist made me close my eyes. Very hurt.

Then, several women entered the room laughing and the woman's head spontaneously raised. He looked at them with a bitter smile. Instantly I understood. I see it again. His eyes are swollen and his shoulders are slumping He immediately cleared his belongings quickly while holding the hurt that grew. He walked quickly to leave the classroom without anyone noticing. One of the women's groups called out to her.

"Where are you going?"

He turned and looked at them. There was rigidity in his eyes. He took a slow breath and lifted the corner of his lips up. He waved and hurried away. His departure left a gaping wound.

Life feels very hard for some people. People like that always want to escape from their suffocating lives, but what happens instead they have to go through it as fast as possible. Some people try to throw away their lives and look for new supports. Others are determined to end their lives ...

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