"Yeah. You'll be okay. Sometimes I think you talk bullshit, White."
Kumunot ang noo ni White ng unti, "Whaat?"
Umirap si Black, "White seriously."
White just hugged the pillow she made out of nowhere, tighter. She's fine. Her skin doesn't even have a slightest mark on it. What's wrong?
"You cried again, White. You were wanting for something. You were hungry for something."
White pouted, "Don't use me for that. You cried too."
"I did not."
"Yes you did." Black was about to argue but White squinted her eyes on her way. White knows your shit Black. Yah lose, men.
"I just felt restless maybe?" Black sighed. Most probably. White haven't done anything huge lately. And she don't get her sleep too.
"It's that anime and those songs fault." White whined. Being nice and great isn't great at all, at times. You feel lonely because you're alone.
White doesn't look like it but she's scared to be alone one day. She'll live, sure. But nights get lonely too. Everyone wants to be taken care of. Including and especially the ones who does the taking care.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Thirteenth And Fifth Letter
РазноеI write what I feel. I need to cut open my wounds and let them bleed because there is no way I'm letting myself cut my skin. I'm going to be back up again.
