It's such a difficult task to put up a mask of happiness, when something's eating you inside. To feign normality and nonchalance, when all you want to do is to look yourself in your room and hug yourself to sleep. Because you don't want anyone to even come close to you.
It's such a tough job swallowing the fact, that someone you trust and look up to, says something that makes you sick and want to retch. When the same someone stood by you when a similar thing happened in the recent past. Why does this hurt more? Because you didn't expect this person to do something like that?
What next? Sulk? Stop talking? Cut calls? Forgive?
Nah. Not this one.