Have you ever thought that He might be just a person who sits beside you at the bus stop? Or the person who stands near you when you were waiting for a train.
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Peace. Its something you have to pay for in this life just like any other things. You'll pay your food with your money, but what about peace? what's the cost to finally be at 'peace'? To finally be free?
These are just some random thoughts that i think whenever i'm all alone. I let out a quiet sighs as i'm watching the snow falling. I can hear the peaceful sounds of the wind that carries the snow, the sound of the crisps snow whenever i step on it and the coldness of this winter season. It's cold but bearable. Sometimes the cold wind slapped my face, making me regret to ever leave the house.
no. i'd rather die than being in that house. i'm not going back. ever.
"What's with the big bag, little lady?" a familiar voice whisper in my ear making my heart stop for a brief moment, its like a punch in the guts forcing you to wake up from your fantasy imaginations.
"Oh shit! Would you stop that?" i whispered in shocked and angry tone.
"Stop what?" the voice asked in a very annoying but playful tone.
Its this goddamn guy again. Why does he has to be so annoying and shit. Cant he just leave me alone? Some people just don't know the boundaries.
"Ugh. Stop popping out and stop following me." I said, feeling annoyed. But he didn't. I get the feeling what I said to him just sparked his idiotic spirit to follow me around wherever I go. I could see his lips smirking as he continues to follow me like a puppy.
"It's winter season you know."he spoke again. This time i didn't reply in hoping he would give up and just walk away from me.
"So why do you wear those thin sweater? You gonna catch a cold."he asked again. well this douche is not gonna give up isn't he? I stop my heavy cold steps and turn around facing him. Looking at him right into his hazel eyes.
"Are you my mom?"i ask coldly.
"no." he smirked, standing with his hands inside his dark blue winter jacket. He wear a black mask covering half of his face.
