like every other red dots, this little red dot was hated by everyone.
'red dots are the same,' they said. 'whenever they come, something bad's happening.'
this little red dot was trying to smile and pretending that she didn't hurt at all.
she was good at pretending.
but when she was alone, she broke down and cried.
every single night.
her pillow was wet with tears.
day passed by, seasons changed.
the little red dot was grown up to a red dot.
she looked much stronger than the little red dot she was used to be.
only looked stronger, only looked.
her pillow was still wet with her tears.
then, she met a blue line all of sudden.
no plans.
just a coincidence.
everyone was telling the blue line to avoid the red dot.
'red dots are the same,' they said. 'whenever they come, something bad's happening.'
the blue line was a good line.
he never judged a dot by what others said.
he never cared.
the red dot felt some strange feelings whenever the blue line was around.
the blue line was getting more important for her.
the red dot was happy.
the blue line knew the red dot.
period.
he never cared.
then the red dot started to her senses.
she felt that the feelings was unrequited.
she went home.
her pillow was still wet.