She had always compared herself to a red rose. She saw herself as beautiful. Her career had been vibrant. And almost everything about her life seemed perfect.ย
But despite that, just like the lovely flower, her life also had many thorns. No matter how exquisite the rose was, it still had hidden imperfections.
The people around her, her fans and her enemies, only saw the smile on her face and the facade she showed to the world.
But they never saw the pain every time a thorn tore into her skin and made her bleed. They had never bothered to look deeper underneath the delicate petals to know how fragile she was.
"I..."
"Do..."ย
The two spoke simultaneously when the silence became deafening, and the air inside the car became suffocating.
But they had to stop to give way to the other. Both were unsure of what to expect or what to say. Both feared to utter the wrong words.
