عزیزم
the girl that had lost.
A boy once asked, how could we give birth to a child with the knowledge that it'll die anyway? The answer was very simple, we don't - or rather we can't. That's why we try to not acknowledge it, basically pushing these thoughts to the farest corner of our brain, hiding it good so we never find it again until we're confronted with the harsh truth.
But what happens, when we're confronted with that? Overwhelming feelings, perhaps? A rush of unfairness and suffocation, the leaving will to live? Maybe that's what Oe Azizah felt, more like it had been what she was feeling for the past four months. It was a heartbreaking sight to watch the mid-twenty aged woman grief on her own.
Her skin felt dry, her eyes were puffy and the tips of her lashes filled with the salty wetness of her tears were hanging low. The loud melody of the booth watched her right hand resting on the table. Her fingers that normally would have been dancing around to the beat of the bass, were just laying there. Regretting the blood that was on it's fingertips. Sinking even the deeper into the darkness, she lifted the bottle of hard liquor in her left and pressed it's opening on her lips. She was gone, she had been gone for three months and nothing could change that. Finishing her last sip, she takes a glance to her surroundings. All empty bottles. She gives the worker a ring and all the woman that rushed into the karaoke booth with another tray of soju could do was pity her, the girl that had lost.
the boy that rushed.
If we had the chance to go back in time, what would we do differently? Would we change a personal matter or a matter of society? Probably a matter of society, right? Wrong, it's not a surprise that we would change a personal matter. After all, we are the most selfish race alive. But was it so wrong? So wrong to want to stop the pain of the present with changing the past? The truth is, we are not the one to judge - we'll never be.
He seemed happy, full of euphoria as he glanced around. Everything he ever desired, everything he worked so hard for was there in that moment. But why does it seem as if deep down there was something missing, a small hole leaving him with a heavy heart. He shakes his body, instantly regretting even thinking of that for a second. Who was he to feel empty? It was a pity to see the boy disowning his feelings, not giving himself a moment of a downfall. When the tattoed boy left his mates for his friends, the happy smile slowly faded away into the darkness. At least until he was right in front of the meet-up place. He suddenly had a strong urge to look up. A dissapointing sight. Thick, grey clouds filled the autumn night sky with only casually letting the moon's shine break through. Maybe the world was reflecting his closed heart, who knew that? All that was sure, was that he walked into the known hangout place with his famous smile, greeting the worker before making his way to booth 22. He walked into the booth, excited to see his friends, hoping the earlier felt feeling would soon be gone completly. But Mrs. Yukihira knew better. She saw the boy grow up on television, had heard his life story in his drunk states and felt her heart sting for the boy who worked too early for his dream and forgot to live for himself but after all, he was the boy that had rushed.
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