Chapter 1
There was a girl named EMOO.
She lived half of her life in what felt like hell—not the kind the world notices, but the kind that quietly lives inside the heart.
To the world, her pain was small.
To her, it was everything.
EMOO loved being alone—not because she wanted to be, but because no one truly stayed beside her to understand, comfort, or listen. She felt every word deeply. Once spoken, those words never left her heart; she carried them for a lifetime.
She had a mindset different from others.
Her mind was still twelve—curious, innocent, wondering.
Her heart was nine—pure, soft, and endlessly loving.
That was who she was.
Her love was eternal ♥️
Her care for others was unconditional.
Her heart was as pure as holy water.
She hated no one—because she believed people shouldn’t be hated, only their behavior.
As she often thought, “As time changes, people change too.”
But EMOO got hurt… deeply.
She got hurt when her loved ones laughed at her emotions and asked,
“Why are you so emotional?”
“Why can’t you be strong?”
She couldn’t answer that.
Because she was born this way.
Even her own family said the same.
Some of them laughed at her when she shows her love by hugs—because to them, such affection was too much.
They believed a human shouldn’t feel this deeply.
But what could EMOO do, when her heart never listened to logic?
She didn’t like going out much, so she didn’t know many things about the outside world—prices, trends, ways of life.
People mocked her saying,
“Don’t you even know this?”
But EMOO wished someone would simply say,
“Oh, you don’t know? It’s okay—let me explain.”
Such words were so small… yet so precious.
They wouldn’t hurt even a little.
Slowly, EMOO stopped expressing her emotions.
Because when she did, people said,
“You cried for this?”
She stopped talking too much.
She used to talk a lot—especially to her favorite person.
But when she spoke while they were busy, they got irritated because she spoke even they say i am busy.so,she got to now the truth that she was not doing the right thing.So she silenced herself.
Bit by bit.
She became quieter.
Colder on the outside.
Invisible.
And in the process of trying not to hurt anyone else…
EMOO lost herself
