There was once a girl, she was very pure and good at heart. Always wearing a smile and lending a helping hand wherever she can.

She was beautiful inside and out. She had friends and people who looked up to her but as many a friend she had she also had those after her goodness.

One day, the girl no longer wore a smile nor did she lend a helping hand. She was like an empty soul, looking at her felt like looking at a long deserted road with no end.

But what broke her the most was that even those she had helped before never once reached out a hand to her to save her or just to comfort her.

Which left her with the question,
"Is doing good meant to be a curse"?
© Zitachaline