You swallowed down the apple jammed at the back of your throat, forced the pangs from streaming down your face in forms of droplets, and acquainted yourself back to them with a smile. The upturn of your lips suggested positive socialisation and the others too, in return, greeted you with the exact gesture you had displayed to them. Still, hostile silence crowded you (like vultures crowing around a carcass), and the noise of the piercing quietude shattered your hearing ability.

Alas, emotions imploded into a burst of tears. You savoured the apple that was stuck at the back of your esophagus, and you relished relief from blockage of breathing. Gladness overwhelmed you, but the stings would linger. The tales would be swept under carpets, and kept closeted.

It wouldn't be long until you realise, that negativity has its way of toying you.