Once upon a time, there was a young woman who lived her life according to a script. Every day, she followed a predetermined path, never deviating from the plan. One day, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she uttered the words, "There is no one that can replace you," but they felt hollow and heartless.
She yearned for someone to understand her, to see beyond the facade she put on. She longed for someone to notice the pain in her heart, but she knew that these were just expressions to suit someone else's desires.
She felt like a forgotten extra, always in the background, never the leading role. She was there, like a gentle breeze, never interfering, but always present.
Her heart felt like a string that had been cut off, sometimes snapping on its own, and no one ever noticed. She laughed, but it was a hollow laugh, one that hid the sadness she felt inside.
As the ending drew near, she wished to be the heroine, but deep down, she knew it was an impossible dream. She was just a flower without name, blooming silently, unnoticed by the world around her.
She searched for a place where she belonged, in the midst of this wide world, but it always felt just out of reach. She was right there, but no one saw her, no one understood her.
The young woman lived her life according to the script, but she was never truly happy. She longed for someone to notice her, to see the sadness in her heart. But day after day, she remained invisible, like a forgotten extra on the set of her own life.
