Story.

There’s a family of six. They are happy. They looks happy. They used to be happy. They live in a big house. People were envious of them. Their spacious rooms. Their electronic devices. Their habit of buying things without bothering the price. But people only judge from the outside. They live in a house filled with fights. Two of them argue about religion. One of them trying to help. Another one doesn’t seem to care. The other two live in their own world.

Now one of them is gone. The soul is gone. Left shell that controlled by other people. The shell talks. The shell talks with thorns. The shell hurt the loves one. Deeply. The shell question the loves one. The loves one was hurt. Badly. The shell doesn’t knows. Or in fact the shell knew it. The loves one was helpless. Hopeless. Disappointed. The loves one cried. Secretly. The loves one fight. Bravely. The loves one begged. Desperately.

Finally the shell escaped.

The one that doesn’t seem to care doesn’t seem to care. The one that doesn’t seem to care continued it’s life. The one that doesn’t seem to care pretended to be ok. Feelings were hide. Thoughts were hide. The one that doesn’t seem to care doesn’t even bother to seek for advices. The one that doesn’t seem to care knew. A lot. The one that doesn’t seem to care wanna get out from this big house. To her small world. The one that doesn’t seem to care was cold. But grateful for everything. Everyone. Every moment. Every second. The one that doesn’t seem to care wanna grow up. The one that doesn’t seem to care, care.

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