Sui's Haven

That night, I fought to hold back my tears on the train.

Truthfully, I wished that there was a hand that would gently pat my head, saying that everything was okay. I wished that there was a pair of arms I could fall into, and cry like the world was going to end. I wished that there was someone who would see me in my weakness, and still think nothing less of me.

But saying it out feels almost too dangerous, doesn’t it?

It feels like you are almost too much to handle, like your emotions are a burden they never asked to carry. It feels like begging from people who never wanted to stay, like you are pathetic for needing that comfort at all. And it feels like broadcasting your vulnerability, like telling them where they should attack you.

And so I did what I always did best, pretending like I was alright for the rest of the ride.