Scene 1: Secluded corner of the school
At 13:
B isobbing away. Backed turn, not noticing, A, a stranger has approached crying B.
A: "Here, have a tissue" (Gentle voice)
(B looks at the stranger while frantically trying to dab tears away)
A: "What has happened that has upset you?"
(B stills looks at the stranger with a wary eye, not saying anything)
A: "Hmm...well I don't know exactly what has upset you, but a person's tears are precious. And precious stuff should not be wasted. Always save the best for the last, same for tears. No matter how difficult or unhappy are times or things, take a deep breath & you can tide it over" (twinkles an eye and slowly walked away)
(At this point B stunned at the stranger's advice, stared after A's back as A left. B stood to the spot, somehow calmer than before crying)
The advice of the tears as something precious had stayed with B for 10 years. No matter how hard times were or how difficult were things, the tears were always reserved for a more precious moment.
>>>>>>Fast forwarded
Scene ? (dark bedroom of B)
At 23:
However, things have been so overwhelming around B that the advice had failed sustain the tears. There was so much stress and pressure around that B just broke down uncontrollably.
B knew there was nothing crying could do relieve the stress, but somehow that was the only thing to do as B could tell no one of the troubles and stress faced. B could only resort to the silent sobs at night in the corner of the bed...
For that moment, all B wished was a comforting figure to pass a tissue, to say comforting words and a pair warm hands for a pat on the back or even a hug to tide over the times, even if it's just momentarily...
Labels: emotions, life, memories, people
