Sadness. That was his name.
He was the messenger of truth.
People had heard stories about him. They had felt his presence. Many of them had even met him, but no one had ever seen his real face.
Rumours were there that he was the one behind those suicides that had recently happened in the town.
That’s why he had to roam masked in a cloak of good humour and normalcy.
He never came out in his true form.
He was too real to be understood appropriately.
People wouldn’t understand.
He had seen her growing up as a little girl, but only with a distance.
And he had been there when she was being fed by the world on those pills of fear, insecurity and self-hatred, in order to get her addicted.
(Girls like her are good for business.)
That’s when he knew that he had to save her.
On a night when it was raining very heavily,
he came up to her and removed his mask.
And for the first time she met someone who had no air of rationality around him, no make-up of conformity on his face, and with those ruffled hair and an average looking face, he was raw and beautiful.
She understood that he was definitely something the world had long forgotten to appreciate and now was too scared of.
Because he after all, never needed the world.
She saw that he stood tall and was not weighed down by expectations, dreams and desires like Mr. Happiness. (her boyfriend)
He needed no one and that probably was the problem.
He knew exactly what he was there for.
To speak the truth.
That alone was his purpose.
In a world which was submerged in the lies told by Mr. happiness, he alone, stood straight and told the truth.
And truth made everyone uncomfortable.
Truth after all, was bad for business.
The bigger the business of Happiness grew, the more Sadness shifted to dark lanes and broken houses, the more it got ostracized and defamed as someone abnormal, someone one should stay away from.
People thought that he was insane, that he was not normal.
But in the mad world out there, he was the only sane one, the only one with a sense of reality.
But Reality is bad for business.
Happiness was what the market preferred. Because after all, he boosted productivity.
But Sadness had to be there. In that mad world. For the sake of truth. And for her.
Happiness, like all heroes, was overrated.
He would just come and save her and would make her feel better for the time being. He loved her too, but not how she needed to be loved.
Sadness was different.
Instead of saving her, he taught her to fight, to battle with whoever came her way, to defend the future she had seen with Mr. Happiness.
Happiness definitely loved her. He always loved to see her dancing and would kiss her for it.
But it was Sadness who knew how hard it had been for her to even stand on her legs, how many hours she had practised in the dark and how badly her legs hurt when after dancing for so long, she went to sleep at night.
On the nights when happiness would be out chasing new dreams, Sadness would sit near her bed and tell her stories about herself and the world.
And when he kissed her on her forehead each night,
It had no thrill in it like how Mr. Happiness kissed her. It had no firmness, strength or vigour. But the one thing it had, was warmth.
He would see her sometimes on the streets when she would be roaming around with Happiness, who always kept a hand on her waist to prove to the world that he owned her.
Sadness would just smile at her from a distance and she would smile back.
Happiness had a house on the top of a hill.
The highest one in the town.
For others to look at and be envious of.
And each time she fell while trying to climb her way up there, Sadness was there to catch her.
He then would teach her a thing or two about climbing it up and would let her go.
He was aware, painfully aware, of what role he had to play in her life.
There obviously was a problem when he would start to love her a little too much, when he would get possessive, when he wouldn’t want to let her go away.
But then he knew that she was made for things bigger and brighter than him and he was only a friend.
He would remind himself that and would let her go.
He sometimes would go away for a very long time.
But he would always come back to her.
To remind her that she was human,
that she deserved to stay one.
She finally grew up to be a girl who knew how to deal with this world, how to battle her demons and how to throw away every single pill that was forced into her throat.
Days passed and she got married to Mr. Happiness.
Sadness was fine with that. He respected her choices.
But he still came sometimes, just to pay a visit, just to see if she was doing fine, just to say that he loved her.