He has the key to unlock her chains of vulnerability.
She gave him the lingering moment of absolute abyss until one stain lies underneath the pillow of her hope.
Trying to compose herself, she finds it hard to do so.
She searched for it but then ended up only regretting...
It is now gone. Long gone.
It is still so mundane. How clićhe right? I was trying to internalize everything I've jot down on my sheet however I always end up wondering. Across me is my teacher trying to elaborate her lessons carefully and I pity her for trying so hard though it is a sign of dedication but is still useless. All set of eyes are busy battling with their supposed topics unwillingly and I am one of them. I am exhausted from listening until I got the chance to stashed all my pen away from my sight in order for me to stop my frustration in writing.
You've been a thorn in my throat! Useless indeed!
This, again and again trying to corrupt the hope I once had.
I got up from my seat and headed to the nearest powder room. I looked at the reflection I have and a tear out of my knowing, fell.
I immediately ran into the corridors when I felt an arm suddenly halted me.
"You can't just go like earlier unless with me." There he was. His eyes are scrutinizing me and I just can't help but look away. This is unbearable.
I made a mistake. I dealt with him. The one who held me captive.
Drake Adams Davinci
