Prologue

Pastel Heart: The Beginning

There’s a part of me that’s afraid of showing itself to anyone. It’s screaming, shouting, screeching, like it wanted to let out everything. But it still kept itself hidden. No matter what. It’s so persistent on being kept in the dark that it’s starting to swallow the remaining bit of lights in me. Slowly, softly, smoothly, I didn’t even expect that I was losing them. It felt like heaven, yet my fingertips were burnt, skin wrinkled, and my heart was lost.

There were times when I wanted to end everything, stop the pretence and just take the path that’s wide opened in front of me. All of these hardships meant nothing if I couldn’t enjoy any of the outcome. It’s like my brain’s paralyzed and blinded from seeing the beautiful things in front of me. I kept forgetting the things that I’ve as my treasure, and I keep searching for the dark instead.

In the end I remain alive- or not, yet I lost a part of me.