Honne; Tatemae

"No! Stop!"

I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night.

'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.'

But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away.

"Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop."

I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this.

It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced.

"No. Please don't!"

I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand.

"No! No!"

As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.