Did it Hurt?

"Did it hurt?"

I heard someone asked. Her voice chirped as a morning sound. I did not find the agony or misery within. She asked me like she wanted to know how it feels to be hurt.

"Did it hurt?"

She asked me once again. This time, her voice echoed inside my head. The curiosity trapped in the rhythm that mumble in the air. She sounded desperate.

"Did it hurt?"

I looked up to where the voice came. I wiped the tears that roll down on my cheeks, rubbed my eyelids that got tired pushing the water to fall. My eyes turned red, and so did my nose. No doubt, I think I beat Rudolph's on Christmas.

"No, it doesn't hurt. I'm okay."

She took a minute to digest what I had said. She looked confused as she narrowed both of her eyes, thinking.

But then she whispered softly as soft as the snowflakes in winter.

"You know everything is gonna be okay in the end. It always will be."

...then she took off. Leave me with a few footprints inside my brain and a question that I had answered before.

"Did it hurt?"

I hoped she would get back and ask me one more time because I think I gave her the wrong answer...