Men shouldn't cry, a very common stereotype. Even so I never think this stereotyping is bad and as a very normal boy, I try to hold my tears when it wants to burst out. But I fail to do so once and I am not ashamed of it. I really don't.
It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The last day of my highschool journey. A sharing event was held in that physics session. My physics teacher somehow had a particular interest in a girl(V) so he(my teacher) told V to share her feelings. For your information, V wasn't an active student. She talked a lot but like usual students, she lost her words when talking in public. She had always refused to talk in front of class until that day. I knew she thought that that day was the last day hence she should do it and perhaps she wanted to do it. She wasn't a special friend for me but little did she know, she would made me cry.
She came out shyly like a cat. Her nervousness could be easily noted. She began her speech by thanking my physics teacher. I saw her speech with no interest. A very common speech I judged. Then she said "
Thanks everyone, you all are...." she stopped. She tried to complete the sentence ".....". The sentence was never completed. Tears burst out her eyes. She ran to her seat, to her bestfriend. Somehow her tears melted my mask. I was vulnerable. Tears began to come out slowly from my cold eyes. I didn't know what happened to me but it happened. I cried.
After the bell rang. Students were crying here and there including me. I hugged everyone I saw. The strongest boy cried, the coldest boy cried. No words came out from my mouth. I saw, I smiled and I embraced them. I had never been in strong relationships with many people compared with other students but there was a feeling from my silent heart that I won't had this kind of relationship again. Not with a bunch of crazy people at once.
I cried but I smiled. It ended but it happened.
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