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It's nothing worth ... worrying, but she knew better than any other else that this feeling always come up at a time like this. Now, all that she can do is wait.

She really wish there are someone close by to talk to. Someone who will never judge everything she says. At the same time, she doesn't want anyone to come closer. She thinks she too dangerous to begin with.

'How come living like this is a bless?' she muttered while massaging her temple. 'I'd much love to be alone.'

For the first time in her life, she regret her wish. Wish upon something trivial yet unbecoming. She hate it. She hate it because that's what she need the most right now. Oh, how she wish she never let those words slip from her mouth.

Betraying herself was not the thing she ever consider before. The curses under her breath now become more visible to hear. She's done with.

And, she has nothing to offer to begin with. Will her smarty brain do?

'Having no rights to cry out my tears, speak out what I feel or even doing what I desire are such horrible feeling. Why must they do this to me?' The clutch on her blouse become tighter for every word she spite. 'It's not like I did something out of norms, anyway.'

By the sword that held her life, she swear to go back after all that's done. She wrote this with mixed thoughts, like it was on river.