I looked at her as my mind drifted to somewhere. I wonder why she’s sad. Does she feel alone too? Does she feel like the world is turning up against her? Like me? Does she also have the same problems as me? Will she give up too? I hope not. I hope she’s strong. I hope her heart is well. Unlike me. She shouldn’t be like me.
And before I knew it, she was also staring at me.