“I saw a girl today at a café. She had no smartphone, tablet, or Laptop. She just sat there drinking her coffee. Like a psychopath.”

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Sore ini terlalu romantis untukku. Suasana café ini begitu sempurna: dessertyang imut dan manis, musik mellow yang memanjakan telinga, juga pemandangan pria yang tersenyum lembut di depanku. Bahkan turunnya hujan pun ikut serta menjadi pemanis suasana ini. Sempurna.

I cut my wrist, and there’s no a single drop of blood dripping down my hand. I felt no pain at all.

I was so envy, until I wanted to peel your face and use it as my mask. I was too envy, so I could pull out your brain to implant it into my head. I was deadly envy to steal your hands and replace mine.

But then, I was awaken as you.

And you were doing what I thought.

That girl talks wordlessly. She just sits there, passing over me, keeping her mouth in silence. This is our first fight and, I guess, I talk too much without saying a single “sorry”. I don’t think I need that word. She MUST regret messing up with me. No wonder, if she gets so speechless, but I don’t care.