"What is that you wanted to tell me?" Everything that she mused to utter, Appeared to dwindle away Failing to convey, trying to cover it she emitted a mutter
(flashback) "Oh! Why can't I convey it?" The room echoed by her repeated query While she stared at her tired reflection Only the seized silver image can hearken her clearly
In fright of loosing someone; The people who are her life's vital part Failing to convey her love to them; To the people who are the beat of her heart
But now, plucking some grit; She desired to convey it all "Uh...I uh... It was th...that"* she stuttered "Nothing much, how are you?" she finally call.
Everybody mused that she was lively, always happy, and extremely naughty girl who would make anyone laugh or tease them. Least did they know that she was cool from exterior & highly emotional inside...an introvert.