He asked: " what happened to your heart ?
She said: "Too scared of the world, I guess."
He asked: "Someone broke your trust?"
She answered: "That… I don't remember. It feels too blank, like an empty space where something painful should be. But I do know that for as long as I can remember, I've been afraid, afraid of the outside world, afraid of trusting too easily. I don't know if it's the pain of betrayal that terrifies me or the ache of being hurt by those who claim they love you. Maybe it's both. I've seen too much of it, the way love can cut deeper than hate, the way promises can shatter like fragile glass. So, I built walls, guarded my heart, made a sanctuary out of solitude. It became a habit, second nature, like smiling even when it hurts, laughing to mask the cracks. And now… even I wonder what it truly feels like to trust, to let go, to not always be on guard."
He said: "But be lively, Bea. You'd come to see that the world is actually beautiful, despite all the bad sides."
She answered: "I'd have to see the world for that first… and then I'll decide."
She let out a soft laugh, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I've already seen too many of the world's bad sides, babe. So much that the good ones are nothing more than faint whispers that are too distant for me to grasp, too fleeting for me to believe in. So for now… I remain neutral to the world, neither loving it nor hating it. Just existing in it, watching from behind my walls, wondering if one day, something… or someone… will make me step out from behind them."