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//Demons\\
(Chase)
Words. Words are not just words. They worth more than that. We use words for communication, to express what we have in mind or what we feel. We use words for almost everything that has to do with ourselves and other people around us. Words can start either a friendship or quarrel. With words we can paint a blank canvas or destroy one's life. With words we can take anything that's broken inside one's self and make it walk to a road of recovery. With words we can draw each of us close or we can start a war and hurt ourselves in the process. We use words as tools yet we loose sight of what they really are, what they really represent. We tend to forget how powerful they are because for me, words are swords in it's newest form. It can either protect or kill a person.
I don't know if his words we're protecting me or killing me.
For a moment, I am unguarded. I froze, unable to move for the words that came out from his mouth were ice, and no matter how hard I try to move, I cannot. I know I cant. Words made me happy but words have hurt me a thousand times too. And I do not know if I am hurt or happy with what he said. One thing I know is that I am affected. I will not deny it. I am freaking affected.
First, what are those questions he was talking about? I want to know what they are without the guarantee of what I will feel after hearing them or if I'm actually going to answer them. I just want to know. Second, why? Why does he has a lot of questions? I thought he ended everything that has something to do with me, him, or the both of us five years ago. So, why would he keep questions inside him? Just why? Third, why is it bothering me? I didn't spend five freaking years for nothing. I didn't spend five whole years on something that shouldn't bother me anymore. Not because he said something doesn't mean it should bother the hell out of me. I have moved on after all.
I shook my head and took a bottled water with a burger in both of my hands before I approached Nicole. She opened and drank some before she continued typing. She is finishing an article. Woah. This conference room is pretty cold.
"Are you done yet?" I asked her. She nodded her head and a minute later her laptop screen is facing me.
"What do you think?" She asked. She took a mouthful of burger while I started reading what she wrote. I smiled when I finished. This girl right beside me has a gift. She's really good. I mean, I have never met anyone who can give life and meaning to my photographs but her. I'm glad she's on my team.
"It's good. It's great." I replied because it's the truth. No hint of lie. She nodder her head and finished her burger. Just like me, she's a food lover. She finished eating in just ten minutes. And may I just add that it's a double cheeseburger. Yep.
I was browsing my photographs when she spoke again.
"Have you moved on already?" That should be the most stupid question she ever asked. I mean, isn't it obvious? I can look at him in the eyes and tell him again and again that I am so over him and that I regret falling so deeply in love with him five years ago. I can do that. So why the hell is she questioning me?
