There's acompetition going on I'm busy planning strategies, I have to win, this battleis not just any other battles that I have face. This is a battle worth dyingfor, I mean worth winning for.
"Take a rest" said someone from my backbut still I know who owns that voice, the only voice that can soothe my everdepressing life.
"With you here, how could I missed you that" I said a smilehe moved closer and hugged me from behind. I'm sitting at the sofa while hisarms are wrapped in my neck. A pleasant sensation was what I felt.
"Are you sure? I could kill you rightnow you know" he said playfully and pretending to struggle my breathing by puttingforce on the way he hugged me like chocking me.
"haha it's alright for me to die in your arms, you know that, if being near you means taking risk to die I would still go near you, you know" I said with pure sincerity and a smile on my lips. He remained silent and loosened his embraced and took a sit beside me and lay his head on my lap.
"And besides I know you won't, even if you can" I said while pinching the bridge of his nose a smile appeared in his lips.
"And what if I will kill you, knowing I can" he said with pure coldness in his eyes that made me smile even more. Whenever his like this his trying to keep himself from crying or saying something that can cause me trouble I wonder what it is, I shrugged that and reply
"then I will die in your eye's saying thanks at least you're the one who killed me and I can die in your arms that's the best!" with a smile we stayed in that position for quite some time.
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Won or Lost
General FictionTwo people who both shared the same fate. To rule a kingdom of their own. To stand out from other country. But what does it really means to win?
