trying to make out what energy remained in her body.
If I could make it in time,
If only I would make it,
It'll be alright
Wouldn't it?
Everything will be alright...
Her posture was not balanced,
And the clear, flat linoleum did not help too.
She finally stumbled upon,
Face upfront.
There are few friendly people asking was she alright.
Am I going to lose you again?
Her mind was completely blank-
gathering the few last drop of willpower,
and dragging her feet throughout the building,
She ran.
For three years,
A dark traumatic tragedy made her lose her voice.
And the one who was getting away,
Was the one who wanted to hear it again-
desperately.
I'm with you not because out of obligation or because I was the reason you lost your voice,
But simply because I wanted to.
He left her in good hands,
he thinks.
That person will take good care of her,
He was so sure of it.
Because that person loves her too.
But in different way.
And different type of love.
But that doesn't mean his love for her is less than that person's love for her.
When she grows up,
She will understand why he did all this.
She will appreciate his way of saying
"Be independent.I won't be here forever"
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The girl was out of breath-
Her legs were shaky,
her hands cold as ice.
An unknown gesture fell upon her slouched shoulder-
She almost yelped in happiness,
thinking it was him.
A sad smile created on a lips that was not his.
It was the other person's.
She felt dreaded.
And guilty at the same time.
But when she opened her mouth,
No sound came out.
She cannot even apologize properly.
A faint, lemon scent caught her attention,
And she ran away from the dumbfounded person.
He chased the girl,
Dazzled, puzzled, and all.
She raised her head,
Eyes fixed upon an individual sitting at the corner of a red-colored bus.
She wanted to shout his name,
Shout until he turn about her direction.
But to no avail.
Until her nose was red,
The tears ran smoothly on her cheeks,
She could only open her voiceless mouth,
And still couldn't make a sound.
KENT!
The person who ran after her skidded to a halt-
first hearing her voice,
A clear pronunciation.
But the first word she uttered was not his name.
In the end,
all she ever did was crying silently at the bus stop
and chanting the name non-stop,
As if calling out that name would make him come back.
I'll be stronger when you come home, so that you can say how proud you are of me.
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