Despite half the speed, the walk home was still much faster than usual.

I’m glad that you left though. And you should have said NO in the first place since that was so unwilling. Why make me sulk with you? I know I can’t be there. Things sort of stepped into humiliation, you realised?

And you know what? The message was typed and so ready to be sent. It was so close to a full stop. I took it back and moved along with your mood again just like how I always do.

I have yet to sort out my thoughts. All jammed at a junction somehow.

I made the biggest and only bet on you so don't make me lose the game, don't make me fail what I have insisted. She lost her bet, I don’t want the same ending.

But then, have you asked yourself whether the problem lies in you?

Didn’t you sense something wrong? Then why are you still pretending?
He is so pretentious.

So I kept walking and thought who to call. I found one. But I realised he’s away. Sigh. Gone at this period. What a coincidence. Then who’s gonna listen and read this?