It was just another random, simple day —One of those days filled with overthinking.Trying too hard to protect that "good image," not snapping at anyone, not saying what's really on your mind.Just holding it all in, hoping people see you as a "nice person."
In this loud world full of extroverts, there are still people — like Honda — who ain't chasing goals, dreams, or passions…They're just out here trying to protect their name, their identity as "a good person."That's all.They ain't living for themselves —They're living inside other people's opinions.
There's no real moment for them.Even their best memories?They're just made of "what people thought about them."
Honda — she's one of those people.A girl who's lived her whole life like that.She's been through it — struggles with people, fake smiles, and silent battles.Every second of every day, she kept herself small.The only time she opened her mouth was to say things like:"ok"…"ha"…"it's good"…"you look better"…
Always giving others space, always stepping back.But never once showing the world who she really was.Always afraid…Afraid she'd be judged, afraid of being seen as anything but "good."So she hid.And in that hiding, she lost out on friendships.
High school?She had no friends.Just like Komi — couldn't communicate.Every day was the same:Walk in, head down, sit through classes, walk out.No one to talk to, no one to vibe with.Just that heavy, quiet loneliness.And the fear that maybe… she'd always be like that.