Linda lay backward on the cold floor, her tiny body stiff with anger and fear. Her eyes looked wide and shiny, not cute this time, but strangely creepy, as if her emotions were too big for her little heart. Just moments ago, she had been clinging tightly to Pavpav, refusing to let go. She wanted comfort, warmth, and safety. But Pavpav had other plans.
With an annoyed gesture, Pavpav put Linda down roughly and turned away. That single action shattered Linda’s fragile mood. She froze, then suddenly threw herself backward, landing flat on the floor with a dull thump. Everyone nearby stopped to watch. The room felt tense. Linda’s small hands clenched, her feet kicked slightly, and an angry cry escaped her mouth.
Her backward fall wasn’t playful. It was a protest. A silent scream saying, “Why did you leave me?” Linda rolled her head side to side, her face twisting between anger and sadness. The way she lay there, stiff and unmoving, made the moment feel eerie and unsettling. It wasn’t just a tantrum—it was heartbreak.
Pavpav glanced back, clearly irritated. He didn’t understand Linda’s feelings. To him, it was just another moment of stubborn behavior. But to Linda, being put down felt like rejection. Her trust had been broken. She arched her back again, sliding slightly on the floor, as if hoping someone—anyone—would pick her up.
The others hesitated. Should they comfort her or let her calm down on her own? Linda let out another sharp cry, louder this time, her anger mixing with desperation. Tears finally welled up, softening that creepy stillness into something deeply pitiful.
After a long moment, Pavpav sighed and stepped closer. The anger in Linda’s body slowly faded, replaced by trembling exhaustion. This dramatic moment showed just how sensitive Linda truly was. Behind her creepy backward fall was a small heart longing for care, attention, and reassurance.
Sometimes, the loudest anger is only a quiet plea for love.