She was living like her usual bitter-sweet self around her loved ones without dropping a trace of any grief. By looking at her all caught up in routine work, it was hard to say that she was mourning something that had died inside her.
She had bottled up the sinking feelings of heartbreak deep inside her making it horrendously painful. Her inhibitions that perpetually came in the way of intimacy were also restraining her from confiding in anyone about her distraught and challenging condition.
She had her mollycoddling parents and two close buddies around her, yet she decided to mask her damaged part from everyone. When the voices in her head were getting loud she overlapped them by blasting off her mind with rock music rather than allowing anyone to take a peek in her heart.
After deeply rummaging her emotions, she figured it wasn’t camouflaging but shielding – shielding him from the judgements of others as in love you don’t have opinions, you just simply nurture the feelings.