Once upon a time, there was a young boy living in a treasure land. He was the brightest person that you will ever seen. People around him call him 'The little sun' because he radiates warm and positive energy. He has a night like pupils, eyes shaped like a bow, a contagious smile, he's a beautiful well made sculpture with no flaws. But little thing that people know, he has his own secret.
He hid fireworks that he thought were just a little spark.
"It's okay, it was just small sparks. It looks like a little light of a fireflies. I can bear with it." he said with a slight smile he always does.
One day, something strange happened. His eyes begin to slowly be covered by a thin tier of glass. It is similar to a thin layer of ice on top of a lake. It didn't reflect the light that usually people see in his eyes. His lips began to stiff. As if it would crack like a statue would break. He doesn't know what to feel. He felt heavier on his chest. He feels like something in it will explode.
In order to keep his friends and people around him safe, he goes to the 'no where' where no one except him can enter. It's better that way, otherwise people would get hurt because of him. He clearly didn't want to hurt anybody. He thinks no one deserves to be hurt, especially if he's the one who caused it.
He was alone. Just him with a chest full of something he didn't even know. "I feel odd." he says quietly.
And then he grinned, as he finally realised something that he had missed the whole time. Yes, he has become numb. His eyes hold tears, his lips carry a smile, his ears covered with meaningless positivity. His heart full of fireworks now. The fireworks didn't have a way to search it way out, because the boy kept holding it and hid it.
"It's okay, I'm fine. It's okay..." says the little boy trying to convince himself. But those words didn't calm the fireworks. Instead, it triggered the fireworks. He still didn't realize that his own words were the ones that lit the fireworks.
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It's too late now, the fireworks finally exploded. He shattered into pieces while looking at the fireworks in solitude.
"Little boy, there's a wide dark sky if you look up. But you always keep your head down, because the pressure turns into gravity that pulls you down. It's not your fault, and it's not just the matter of fireworks inside you. Fireworks explode beautifully in the wide sky if you let them go. But if you keep it inside, it'll just explode. And you get nothing but pain."
Said someone he wished to hear.
