Nothing is edited. It's random, and a royal mess. 

TW: Mention of wanting to die. 

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"One with nobody to call
This city makes me feel so small
A million people in this town
But I could scream without a sound"

- The Only, Sasha Alex Sloan

Erika's love language was writing letters and creating graphic designs for her friends. Whether it be a card, a collage, or anything within her capabilities, she would make it for them. 

Even if someone was a stranger, she would wish them well and make them feel loved and appreciated. 

Unfortunately, on the day of her 22nd birthday, the same could not be said for her. 

As the fates above sighed and wished her to be patient and calm, the damage to her already broken soul was done. Fates wished they could make her see the tomorrow where she would laugh and be happy, but it was the law of nature. 

Human beings live today, not in tomorrow. 

And Erika's today felt like molten lava being poured over her crumbled, tired figure. 

Erika wanted to wait and see, maybe the person she loved had created some surprise for her. Maybe someone else remembered. But as the clock ticked by, her eyes grew more teary whilst her heart grew more caged with pain. 

She lay in her bed as she cried silently wondering if she ever made friends who cared or remembered her. She wondered if she disappeared; would anyone attend her funeral? 

She did not know. 

A part of her knew she was being dramatic, a part of her screamed at her to be calm, and another part of her urged her to be patient. To give people time. Midnight was a time people slept, not dished out birthday wishes. 

But thoughts were never rational in her mind, and once they started pouring in, a dam broke loose. 

Her past traumas, and repressed emotions, every single one of them grew out of her in the form of tears. 

Erika's mouth was parted as she breathed heavily. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks as she kept on crying. 

Her body shook like a lone leaf in a storm, but the loud noises in her did not stop. 

It screamed at her, telling her how lonely she was. 

She remembered how much she loved getting surprises on her birthday, she remembered how much she tried to give surprises to people she cared for just to make them feel special on the day they were born.

But here she lay, no one surprising her, no one doing anything for her.

It was such a selfish thought, Erika knew that, but she could not help but crave for people to do something for her. To give her a small letter, or a small gift. 

Anything. 

But she got nothing. 

The time ticked by and slowly she gave into the dark voices that called to her, ones that told her she was better off dead than alive. 

Her heart squeezed painfully against her chest. She lifted her trembling hands and held onto a pillow, hoping it would anchor her. But it did not.

Erika was a simple human being. Sometimes she wanted to be loved. Sometimes she wanted to feel cared for. Sometimes she just wanted to be seen.

However, in the dark room, she drowned in her own tears. No one to see or hold her. 

The Fates could not feel any emotion, but they wished the forlorn girl would rise from her despair and see the reality for what it was. However, their wish remained unfulfilled. 

Fates always had something planned for Humans, but how they lived their lives and what steps they took was on them. Not in the hands of Fates.

So, they watched Erika silently, knowing that soon her fate would change again. 

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How many attachments 

Before you cut them all off,

How many disappointments

Before you decide to forget everyone?

To be human 

Is to expect

To be human

Is to wish to be loved

To be human

Is to crave for someone to be there

To be human

Is to except someone doing something for you

To be human

Is to be at fault

She is just another human,

Her demons raging in her head,

Sometimes she wishes,

Sometimes she dreams,

But today,

She lays in her tears

And wishes,

She isn't alone.

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