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h o l d...
of your thoughts and trap you in
these mind games of mine.°
°
°
"Why?" I started without breaking our eye contact, still holding my own breath.
While my grip on my bag is slowly tightening and the urge to withdraw from this conversation, I stayed for running away from this situation is no longer an option.
"It shouldn't be you," I added, trembling not because of fear but due to the pain.
I saw how she tried to open her mouth but closed it again which made me smile bitterly for a moment because it directly slapped me that she didn't change. We're both tangled in this situation and we can no longer back away from it.
"Why it shouldn't be me?" she finally answered back after the long silence. "I am the perfect fit for this."
Covered by the blood of so many victims who died in this person's hands, I looked at myself. Denial's still lingering within me.
"How could I let the person I love hold the knife that will kill me?" I firmly shook my head as tears streamed down my face, each one representing my plea for solace.
"We have to end the game," she calmly stated.
I looked down and when I decided to look at the person in front of me again, she smiled. An indication that this game should no longer continue and while processing the truth behind this betrayal, I whispered in the air.
"It's finally over."
