"It's too tiring." He responded.

Tiring? "Hmm…why tiring?"

"I mean...I just..can't see the point of why I have to use my energy to let everyone know what I am feeling inside. No one even cares. Life still goes on. It's better this way than making an effort." He said.

I took in what he said, my eyebrows meeting. I'm confused...

Is he thinking like this all this time? Is that really the reason? It feels so long that I know him, and yet here I am, wondering about him.

About who he truly is. Not the rude, stone-faced robot I know. It looks like I still don't know him that...