She doesn't have anything to do with me anymore

"She doesn't have anything to do with me anymore."

♥

Her legs were weak. She broke into pieces and involuntarily fell on her knees.

The words were still playing in her mind, freshly.

She crumpled the old unfortunate leaf out of millions from the ground and let it tattered pieces by pieces by the ultimate force from her hand. But the force was nothing compared to her heartache.

♥

She pulled the knob. The door opened hesitantly with an annoying creak sound.

She thought of drowning her head in the sink. It was pretty much very welcoming with its perfect size and water-filled.

She stayed static at the door. It was just three steps away.

She uttered a curse at the sink. By that, she only looked at herself through the mirror behind the sink. She thought she looked frail.

♥

She curled into a ball on her bed.

It was a lonely night.

It was a sad song night.

She went off with the line from one of the songs; if you love me, why you leave me.

♥

There was a heavy rushing steps behind her.

She heard her name being called but she resisted to stop, let alone turn behind.

He stopped in front of her and gasping for air.

Their eyes interlocked.

♥

"I was about to tell you—"

"I know, I don't have anything to do with you anymore."

♥

"—I miss you."

Nice to meet you, Helen!

I sat alone among the bunch of people along the steep side on the edge of the lake. It was deadly hot and if only I was smarter, I would bring an umbrella. 

I tried to enjoy watching the competitions. I was amazed by the team works of the participants. I couldn't take my eyes off of their custom made jerseys, especially the ones without much of a clichéd design. It's brilliant.

I was aware of the many eyes behind me. I was nearly surrendered by the thought of lonely but I resisted. Being alone sometimes could shatter the level of my confidence, I couldn't help.

As I was struggling to keep myself stay, moment by moment peoples kept on filling up the spaces near me. I felt safe. They tried to keep their distance away from me, and it wasn't a big deal as I understand the fact that we're just strangers.

Time passed by just quick. Halfway through the session, I've already felt comfortable with lone. It was fine, at least. And that's when someone was dare enough to squeeze herself next to me filling up the gap between us. She's got an umbrella and she's just too cool that she's let me hide under the shade of it. We talked for quite sometimes and even sang to some of the upbeat songs played.

It's not that we expected it to be like this.

The beauty of meeting strangers and making friends.

Although we probably would never meet each other again, except by coincidence. At least, I remembered to ask her name before our undesired farewell that we forgot to exchange goodbye.

Parted

The first time I saw you, you were eating some leftovers next to the big black dustbin. And I didn't have the guts to touch or even caress you. I just meowed and looked at you. You were scared but you didn't run away. You were so hungry. But the next day was different.

It's been my habit for every night to go for the water cooler to refill my water bottles up. It's located next to my block, so I have to cross the place that I've met you before I could find the bridge that connects my block to the next block. Little did I know I was searching for you when I didn't see you. So I stepped closer to the place that I saw you, and I found you. You were lying at the corner end. I saw you were looking at me. I tried to call you. To my surprise, you came to me. Irresistibly, I put my hand on you and started caressing you. That's when I noticed you have this big swollen part under your stomach. I observed the way you walk. Either one of your legs is not working well. I checked out the rest of your body, it seemed that you've been beaten up OR fell somewhere OR you just born like that. You're alone tho.

I came to my room thinking what could I do, since you're friggin' stuck in my head. I told my roommate about you and my plan. She's so supportive that I could cry. It's funny that I have to think many times, whilst what I wanna do is a good thing; I don't know what sadder than this. I made a step anyway.

I have to wait for three days. I was so happy that the beginning of it has already showed some lights. For three days, I tried to supply you with milk and some food. I remember the time I made you some milk, you drank like there's no tomorrow. It must have been long since the last time you've parted from your mother.

The day has came, which is today. I tried to spend my last time with you by patting and caressing you as much as I could. I even tried to find a box for you. And the awaited call has came. So I put you in the box that I've found for you and brought you along. Don't worry, I gave you to someone that I trust. She even brought a pretty pink cage to place you. The time I saw her eyes when she sees how suffer you are with your condition, it convinced me that I gave you to the right hands. Plus, she asked me nothing, nothing, but to catch you.

I believe you're now maybe lingering around and familiarizing yourself with your new home. You even have many friends, right? It's your new family. I hope you're doing well there.

Long live, dear kitty. Don't forget me ah. I always love you, remember.

September 25, 2015

Footsteps

I thought I left some footsteps to be noticed by you last night.

No, I'm really sure I had. Well, it looks like you saw it. Bummer, you scrubbed it off as if I never came. The views are just clean, you did a pretty good job at putting things back. As if it never happened. Even a little tiny hints of it, they were all gone.

Twice it happened. Maybe if it's for the third, if it's just the same again, then I'm done. But I think maybe two is already a good indication. A confirmation.

It is such a distasteful that you're coincidentally being luckless right after I decided to come visibly appear. I thought of giving myself a savour of satisfaction after your latest unfortunate event hit, because I was feeling extremely challenged by your pride. It did torture me a lot, you have to know. But no, it'll even puts me under the depth of shame if I'm being delightful for someone's misery.

I doubt if I will ever come again. At least you know I was there.

The consideration

I don't really like talking about people who reserved a place in the bucket of the least favourite people in my life. The much I could do is leaving them alone, I heard that's what's best because it does both parties a favour.

There's always this feeling that always slaps me whenever I have to hear about them. Sometimes I would just clench my teeth and pretend to hear nothing. But most of the times, I fail to terminate my head from playing the imagined-stuff. It's going to be very, very sick.

I'm not a fan of disliking people, it's ridiculous. Well it's even more ridiculous that I feel annoyed whilst they just want to live comfortably. Here's the part about satisfying yourself if you're careless—you may offend people. If I could, I would just live my life without consider about others. But that's not how to live.