"i chose to be stronger but my brother. . .slowly he lost his sanity, he was eaten by depression, he can't see the way out and he became a monster. i am angry at him. i truly am, for he doesn't want to help himself. he doesn't want to move one from life. he was stuck thinking he was now all alone. i am angry for he is older and he shall be the one who stands for me but it's the other way around.
i am angry because he doesn't think about me and how i felt. he must rise even not for himself but at least for me."
"i am growing tired ad weary. i wanted to blame God for this but i couldn't. i wanted to blame my brother for not living his life, for being a heavy baggage that i need to put on my back, always but i couldn't. i wanted to blame my parents for leaving us and leaving all the responsibilities to me, and for making everything harder but i won't. instead i blame myself.
i blame myself for being defenseless, being emotional and a cry baby. i blame myself because i'm not enough for my brother. i blame myself for lacking."
she choked in her tears, unable to voice out her self pities, problems and worries. she is shaking, her hand gripping for the cup's handle, spilling some of its contents as she sips on it. he stood up and dropped to one knee as he took out his handkerchief and wiped it to her stained cheeks.
"the drop of tears you let go, lessen the amount of storm ranging inside you and i won't think twice even if i soaked up wet, even if the breeze hits my damp skin. i might shiver but i wont resist to give you a warm embrace."
"you're deep."
"i have been told."
she smiled at him slowly. then night has ended and dawn falls. slowly it's beginning, the skies painting red and orange as the ball of yellow started reflecting the pools of water flowing. she smiled as she held the handkerchief together with this hand saying,
"and i like it."
