I wasn't sad. And that was uncomfortable. Because any person in their senses would be sad. Heck they'd be shattered in the situation at hand. But I was just blank. Not numb. Just blank. I questioned myself, why wasn't I sad... But my inside was as blank as the outside. They both looked at each other and shrugged. I advised them both, to feel sad. They obeyed. I started crying. And people around, came forward to help. I had women wiping my tears and men speaking words of wisdom and encouragement. But deep down in my heart I knew, I was pretending. I wasn't sad. I wasn't angry. I wasn't disappointed. I wasn't numb. I was nothing. But then they all validated my sadness. And it felt nice. At least I was doing something right.