"I still miss them." I mumble to myself. "Do I deserve to see 'em again?" I whisper under my breath. I hear myself breathing roughly. I commence to sob softly. After some time, I try to cope up with myself. "I think I should get used to this." I look at the empty room. I feel so alone. I didn't know how it's like to be like a loner... 1800 kilometres away from me: "I miss them a lot."She mumbles. "I miss them a lot."He mumbles. "I miss them a lot."She mumbles. I wonder: What if everyone feel the same as me? Or What if no one really cared about me? Is this gonna be a Chain-Reaction or an "I don't care" situation? The question hovers over my head all the time.All Rights Reserved