The fluorescent lights of the school hall flickered, casting an unforgiving glare on the empty corridors. She walked alone, her footsteps echoing off the lockers, This was her life – a never-ending cycle of solitude and academics.
Her name was Rose Meraki. Marks were her identity, her worth measured by the numbers that reflected her intellect. Love? That was a luxury she couldn't afford. Everyone seemed to love her but only when they needed her.
Rose's days blended together in a haze of textbooks, notes, and exams. She was the student who always sat in the front row, her hand shooting up to answer every question, her eyes fixed intently on the teacher. But when the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, she would pack up her belongings and try to mix up in the crowd but unfortunately her luck never helps her .
No one knows the real her , she hides her weaknesses , showing only her strong side. Rose's smile was a work of art, a masterpiece that could light up the entire room. She had a specific personality only few have, effortlessly switching between laughter and seriousness, depending on the situation. To her classmates, she was the girl who could mix with anyone, who could make even the most introverted person crack a smile. But beneath the surface She yearned for something more.
As she walked down the hallway, she high-fived her friends, exchanging jokes and giggles. She was the life of the party, the one who could turn any dull moment into a memorable one. But when the crowds dispersed, and she was left alone, the smile would fade, and the mask would slip.
In the solitude of her room, Rose would stare at her reflection, searching for the girl behind the façade. Who was she, really? What did she want? The questions swirled in her mind like a vortex, pulling her down into the depths of her own thoughts.
Her room was a reflection of her personality – vibrant colors and filled with books everywhere , but amidst the chaos, there was a sense of emptiness. Rose's eyes would wander to the old, worn-out diary hidden beneath her pillow. It was her secret place, the one place where she could be honest about her feelings.
As she scribbled down her thoughts, the words would flow like tears, a cathartic release of emotions she couldn't express otherwise. "Why do I feel like I'm living a lie?" she wrote. "Why can't I find someone who sees beyond this mask?"
Everyone had an opinion about what she should do, how she should feel, and what she should want. But no one ever stopped to ask her what she truly desired.
No one inquired about her feelings, her dreams, or her fears. They didn't care to know if she was okay, if she was happy, or if she was struggling. The only thing that mattered was what others thought she should be.
Her parents expected her to excel academically, to secure a high-paying job, and to make them proud. Her friends expected her to be the life of the party, to always be smiling and laughing. Even strangers had opinions about her, judging her based on her appearance or her accomplishments.
But amidst all the noise, Rose's own voice was silenced. She felt like the puppet of the strings. She never let her smile fades, she was always the strongest, well-mannered and perfect daughter of her family. But deep inside ,the weight of their expectations was crushing her, suffocating her.
They say when we bent and twist a young tree for too long to satisfy our needs, the tree eventually lost it's original self, forgetting how to stand tall and straight...
That's same thing is happening with Rose, the expectation of others were too much to handle for such a little girl , soon she was lost on the path of perfection. She was now in the race , to be the best in the crowd. Her mask was now fading making her rude and stubborn with time.
Her friends distanced themselves, now she was not the brightest person in the room, this time she was the rudest, stubborn and bad-tempered ,to whom no one want to talk. Time indeed flies fast, she was no more interested in anyone, she don't want to make friends anymore. She just wanted to run far away from here.
Everyone blamed her for being mean, but no one asked why she changed. Her tender soul is now turning to mean one. Who is to blame for that?.. Or someone will come in her life to change everything...
In a small town near in the mountains, thousands of miles away from her bustling city life, a boy lived a life as quite as the landscapes that surrounded him. His eyes were like the calm waters of a lake at dawn. His smile was warm and his laughter echoed through the valleys, a gentle reminder that joy exist. His world was one of simplicity and peace, a world that was vastly different from Rose's city life.
Yet, the two souls are unknown of the fact that, their lives were about to intersect in a way that would change everything. A connection, strong and unseen, was forming between them, a bond that would bridge the distance and differences, bringing them together in a dance of destiny.