A frail girl carrying the world in her hands; wonder in her eyes.

A boy as strong as the typhoons came along and chose to carry it for her because he loved her

But did he really?

The fact that he was the typhoon itself was undeniable. When he chose to carry it for her he just wanted to see her suffering as her world gets destroyed by his strong winds and powerful rain.

And then he left.

He just left.

Now the frail girl who used to have the world in her hands is now just a frail girl; no wonder in her eyes.

Just sorrow.

And so she never puts her trust on anything and anyone. But I hope someday someone will notice the tiny spark within her heart because in reality she is still waiting to be fixed.

She was never frail to begin with. No matter how devastating the calamity was, she still stood still.

Empty

But standing

Waiting