I need to breath out; I need to relax.
There is so much to bear, I can't bear it anymore.
Wait, I need to run, I don't want to look back.
Looking back means I lose; looking back means I couldn't move on.
He is not worth a tear. I want to make sure I win. I win with this foolish game.
I stood straight, never showed any emotion. Never ever flicked any emotion. If he sees through me that I am crying out loud inside, I am the loser.
He was gaping. He couldn't say any word. Terrified or more likely mortified. I smiled, but too broken inside. It only meant one thing: I won.
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