25 February 2013
08:07. I’m walking alone to the training center. Callaway supposedly to pick me up at 07:30 after seeing Trinity but he’s nowhere to be found. Oh well, at least I’m finally out without anyone restraining me from the outside world.
I’m not going to meet that mysterious man anyway. It feels like everyone thinks that I’m a lunatic on the lose trying to find where she belong with some boy fantasies.
All I need is some training and some punches. All I need is some photographs to put on my walls. All I need is lying on my bed thinking about some guy trying to tell me something.
I tied my hair into a ponytail and prepare myself for some training. Why is my training useless near him? He’s trained as well. Is he a fighter? Is he someone I knew? Is he going to be here? Oh well.
…
“I’m sorry I left you, okay? So many people frustrated me and I have to handle some stuff. I didn’t forget okay?” he’s been saying sorry for so many times.
“I’ve been saying it’s fine. Why should you say sorry all the time?”
“I just feel bad, how are you now?”
“It’s going…”
“Oh BTW, here’s some letter. There’s no sender so I’m guessing it’s a secret admirer.” Trinity handed me an envelope.
I carefully open it.
Why can’t you be alone all the time?
It’s me who haunt your dreams
It’s me who scare your lion heart
It’s me who wanted to meet you
It’s me who will crash by
It’s me who waited
It’s me
PS: 10 sharp. Count me in your life.
Now it’s time for him to explain himself. But, when? All he said to me was 10 sharp. I should wait everyday, shouldn’t I? Maybe, I should. Maybe…
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Behind The Walls
Misteri / ThrillerHe's here, he's there, he's always watching. "I'm telling you, it's the truth!" Nobody believe me. Will you?
