I met a girl. She seemed happy at the first sight, but when I looked her closer, her eyes were wet. I asked her why. She said "I don't know," and then she burst into tears. She curled up, her small body looked more smaller. She cried horribly like the world's crashing down. She tried to say something but she couldn't. She cried so bad she can't say a word.
She stared at her cell phone, like waiting for a call or message. But the phone remained silent. She tried to reach her friends, but no one was available. Then she lied on the floor, weak, hopeless. She threw her cell phone to the wall. I wanted to help her, but my broken heart held me back.
She spoke something.
She said, "I don't have friends, everyone hates me, my boyfriend doesn't need me anymore, I'm worst, I'm alone, I want to talk but there's no one, I just need a friend."
She cried again.
I cried too.
I looked away. I looked at a mirror. And I saw her. Puffy red eyes, messy hair, tears all over the face.
Then I realized, the girl was just me.