It's hard to say the things when we mean them. But when they're gone, we can just regret. We wish to turn back time and fix everything, but even if we could turn back time
Everything would still be
Grey.
2016
-Hey you're forgetting your watch! Here you go
-omg thank you. I'm late for school aaa
-what do you want for lunch today?
-anything. I'll go now. Byeh~
Little did I know that I was never going to talk with her again. She cooked my most favorite dish for lunch. Her name is S. She worked at our house for 10 years. When I came back home that day,
She was hanging on the fan
Lots and lots of people at my house, I don't even know half of them. Police and so many other strangers. And she was on the floor, on the same place where she always slept. And I used to run to her at midnight cause I was scared of cockroaches. On that same place, but, body frozen and hard. And pale. And she would never wake up even if I cried and said that I'm scared of the world and not just a cockroache.
She committed suicide because her secret relationship didn't work out. Immature I know. But that's just a part of the story. She was lonely and depressed. And she couldn't share it with anyone. I was the only friend she had. We grew up together. But she couldn't tell me that. I was incapable. I was too busy with myself that I didn't even notice she was suffering. Even if I cry, she will never come back. Even if I try to fix her problems, I can never do that. Cause she's gone.
On my clothes, my bedsheets, my desk, my room and everywhere, I could feel her touch. But she was gone. The dress I chose for her never got stitched. And she
Is gone. Forever.
