injustice

-two pieces of roti canai and a glass of iced limau-
i was bombarded by two friends of mine. their words were harsh. one came straight at me, the other one made her a target. take me on if they want, but why would they smeared her name, it's like there's enmity between them. she's not at fault. IT'S NEVER HER FAULT TO BEGIN WITH. it was mine. stop pushing all the blame to her.

-half a piece of roti canai and a quarter full glass of iced limau-
"tell us, what good do you see in her?" they asked. i couldn't produce a good solution but still i answered. apparently, the answer i gave them wasn't the answer they want. comparisons were made by them, they rebuked me. they aren't me. they don't see what i see. they don't feel what i feel. it is i who know her, not them.

-an empty, oily plate and a glass of nothing-
"tell us again, why do you still hold onto the past?" again, i could not come up with a good answer. with the current state i'm in, i'm affecting everyone aroung me. that's what i got to know from them. the thing is, am i? am i being irresponsible in holding onto the past? i just want the memories, that's all.

-bang, kira-
memories is all i have left. why can't i hold it close to me? why must you make me let go of it? maybe one day, i'll let go of it. before that day comes, i'll fight to protect it. no one can take it away from me. no one.