She sat alone, her small frame leaning on the rough bark of a tree. There was a playground nearby, but the sound of the other children's laughter was enough for her to keep her distance. Listening, she heard the cries of joy and elation, and she watched as her classmates danced through the breeze. They did not invite her to play. Her existence was nothing to them, though she longed for their acceptance. She knew how they hated her so, and so she sat to the side, by her tree. It would hurt her heart more to cause them unhappiness than to feel unhappy herself. A small tear slipped down her rosy cheek, but her arms were too sore and tired to wipe it away. Eventually, darkness cast a smothering blanket over the playground, and the children dispersed. The only thing keeping her company was a strong, whistling wind. She shivered as the cold air it carried sent chills into her bones. "Why are you crying, little girl?" the wind asked, weaving its way through her hair as it spoke. "I am sad, for my classmates do not enjoy my company," the girl replied. "They may not enjoy your company, but I do," the wind said. Suddenly, a flurry of leaves spun into the air, caught by the wind as they were forced into a dance. The girl spared a smile for the wind, though this only made her sadder. The dancing leaves reminded her of the games and dances that her peers excluded her from. However, she did not want the wind to know this, in fear of hurting its feelings. "Thank you for your kindness, but I must return home. It is my bedtime soon," the girl said, and stood up on her skinny legs. She waved goodbye to the wind and wandered off home, guided by the light of the nearby street lamps. do you guys ever feel like one of your really really close friends is avoiding you or not as excited to talk to you like i feel like my favourite bracelet is starting to look bad with me but it looks so much better with someone else and this is not about bracelets. and i kinda feel sad and i don't know why but tbh i never know why i feel stuff but i don' want sympathy but at the same time i want someone to never ever leave me ever but they will it's inevitable and i'm scared that day will come oh so quickly when they realise that they don't want to be around me anymore and i hope it doesn't because i'm trying so hard i really am and i hope you don't see me differently and i hope you understand that i am human too and i wish we could be together forever and actually together for once but i don't want to seem weird and i feel like she doesn't like me as much any more yes this is targeted. i don't want us to drift apart. i feel like i'm overreacting though. i'm scared. and sad. please don't let me feel stupid if this is all just a silly misunderstanding ok i hate emotions :) i'm writing a book btw i might post it on here but it'll take a while because i want to actually plan it out properly for once so that i actually know what i'm doing. it's about how corrupted society is and how unfair ruling systems are and honestly just a really cool dystopian reality i've managed to think up. and for once i still like my idea after a few weeks so yay also i don't think i'll post it on here but i might post it on quotev my user is lachryymose The children would invite her to play. She'd be allowed the role of princess in their special games, and she'd claim one of the main parts in their silly dances. She'd be plump, and healthy, and she'd never be sore or tired during the day. Her parents would praise her, and shower her with love and affection. She'd have her own bedroom. She'd be wanted. She'd be loved. But that wasn't the reality. She scolded herself for imagining such silly, selfish scenarios. The tears flowed down her face like two waterfalls cascading down a cliff. "What causes your tears, girl?" a voice asked from behind her. "I am done with this world. My presence only makes others feel worse. I am gifting happiness upon all of those that I care about," the girl choked out. "Do not be afraid of making yourself happy, girl. You are special too," the voice said. "But doing this will make other's happier. I just feel so alone," the girl said, then finally turned around to view who was behind her. Standing there was a faceless, skeletal figure in a long, hooded cloak. In one of their pale hands was a long scythe, but the girl did not feel afraid. "I feel sorry for you, girl. Care to take my hand?" the figure asked, holding out a cloaked arm. The girl clutched onto their hand, and let out one last sob. Together, they jumped off of the bridge and into the water below, and the sweet girl was never seen again.
