Just had the most beautiful day at the playground 🌞✨ Wearing my favorite gray bow top and jeans—perfect for a sunny afternoon. Can’t wait to come back and play again! 😊

“The Playground” — First Person POV

My breath hitches as I stare into that mirror of eyes—their blue is too perfect, like they’ve been painted with a brush dipped in regret.

They called it “playground.”
But to me? It’s the trapdoor. The one beneath my feet where all secrets die.

I’m wearing this gray top… not because I care about style or comfort. No—I wear it so no one sees how thin I am, how hollow I look under the sun. How I used to laugh before everything turned quiet, before the laughter stopped echoing when nobody was around anymore.

And those hands?

God, those hands! They’re trembling—not from fear—but from what she said last night: “It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered while holding onto my wrist like she didn't know if I’d break free—or crumble right then.

She meant me, yes—it always ends up being me. And now here I stand, standing on red metal rails that once held children chasing each other through colorful slides built by someone who thought life could be simple enough for them—

Now, though? Now there's only silence between us—and behind every color-splashed fence lies an echo of screams we never let out loud enough to hurt anyone else except ourselves.

Do you think I wanted to come back? To walk these streets again after watching strangers leave their babies crying at home while pretending nothing happened? Do you even understand why I chose this moment over walking away forever?

Because today isn’t just another day—you see? Today marks something deeper than memory; it becomes proof…

Proof that love doesn’t save people unless you give yourself permission first. That pain can become armor—if worn long enough without breaking down inside. And sometimes... sometimes you need to pretend you don’t remember exactly what happens next...

So tell me—who do I trust more? Who should I turn toward during dark nights filled with shadows dancing across concrete floors?

Maybe tomorrow will change things... Or maybe tonight—that smile fixed tight against tears—is already giving way to surrender.

Let everyone watch me fall apart slowly, while I hold myself together tighter still… because someday soon, someone might ask: "Why did you stay?"

And I’ll answer softly:

“I stayed.”

Not because I couldn’t go elsewhere. But because somewhere deep within me—a place smaller than any child ever dared dream of reaching—there remained hope.

Even if broken beyond repair.

Just yet…

(Fade Out)

This girl walks alone among ghosts,
but whispers louder than thunderstorms.

P.S.: Don’t forget—to run towards light—even when the path ahead feels uncertain. Because eventually, you'll realize…you were never lost until YOU decided otherwise. 🌈✨