Mask

She was scared. Scared of the distance he created, as they have never been lovers. On his voice, no trace of care. Not a sign of feelings. No hate, no love. Just indifference.
How could he be so cold? Can anyone wipe away a lover as autumn leaves? His attitude hurt deep in her heart, a wounded heart with so many unhealed scars.
The only explanation she found was pain. There must be a hidden pain, as huge as hers, leading him to that path. Indifference emerged as he sensed a single trace of pain’s possibility.
Mask. A mask to be wore whenever it was necessary, to veil the pain. To be used to hide the tears from the image on the mirror.
She was sure the fear will pass. Same will happen with his pain. One day, masks and wounds would have no place. Both would overcome the past, and will build a live with true love as keystone.
 

Star... 7:57 PM