StoryApex

Some wounds are not visible. They do not bleed. They do not ask for attention. They quietly sit inside a person, growing heavier with each passing day. This is a story about one such soul, carrying pain in silence. He walked through the city every day, surrounded by noise yet completely alone. People passed him without a second glance. Smiles were rare. Conversations were shorter than ever. Life felt like a routine without meaning. Inside, he was tired. Not physically, but emotionally. The kind of tiredness that sleep cannot fix. Every morning felt like a responsibility rather than a new beginning. Every night ended with unanswered questions. He did not expect help from anyone. In fact, he had stopped expecting anything at all. Hope felt like a word meant for other people. For him, survival had become the only goal. One evening, after a long day, he sat on a bench near a crowded street. Cars moved fast. People laughed. Life continued, untouched by his silence. He stared at the grou...