Do I really look that bad?

So bad that people who dun usually talk to me came to me and ask if I was alright? Or at least, people who I thought didn't care much about how I felt.

For once, my mask failed me. For once, I let the world see me in such a state. I wanted to smile, I really did. But alas, it didn't work.

"Hey, you dun look too happy these few days, are you okay?"
"Yea, I am. I'm alright."
"If you need some talking, tell me k?"
"Yea, I'm fine."

So.... unexpected. Not to mention that person wasn't exactly one that I liked. But damn, I swear I felt some warmth in that. Not much, but that little.

His touch is gentle.

"What? What's that?"
And he hissed in mock pain when I told him about it.

Somehow, my ears have now been trained to pick up the familiar squeak. The squeak.

And as I sit here, with the breeze gently blowing... I imagine myself as a little angel. I lie down on the floor, and I imagine myself lying on one of the fluffy clouds... Floating... Ah...