(5)

(4)

“I was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you, watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night i lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person”

― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

(3)

"Both of you have similar eyes", she said.

Amalia hugged her old friend gently.

"I thought that you will not find me down the street."

Amalia dragged his hands to her small waist.

They walked side by side in that night.

"What I'm supposed to say, Amalia? I'm nothing look like him."

"Admit it, Andrew. You look like Adrian more than you realize,"

"Don't even try to put anything in common between my brother and I."

Andrew shooed Amalia from her arm.

Amalia then giggled and laughed hard.

They both went into the car that parked near the station.

"Well, honey.
There is a huge difference between you and him. You have me now."

They both deep stare each other for a while...

And they kissed slowly.

(2)

She watched her contacts list.

There are several names popped up and wrote stuffs for her.

And she kept typing on her screen, ignoring those calls.

(16 days ago)

She just broke up with her lover and met a stranger on the street. She neither wanted an escape nor attention from stranger. She never had a proper hello and beautiful good bye. Her love just taken away, and her soul was tearing apart.

Yes, she was sick of people, but she insisted to put the mask on.

(today)

She keeps walking away onto her life.

Her old life.

Her stupid perspective of life.

Her foolish behaviour.

Her strange addiction to observe.

(now)

She keeps leaving every open door.

She keeps moving all along the street.

She holds into her broken soul. 

She is back into reality.