"And then you left, after you promised me not to leave."

How would you be able to make me believe again?

You could be him or her.

Him who said 'I love you' in the sweetest melody of his voice but is quick to leave at the first sign of storm. He's like a fly escaping a tornado. At first, he held my hand like the grip of a giant. Strong and brave. I guess, he forgot that with the same hand, he could also squish anyone—and...squish, he did.

He squished my heart until all there is left is the shell.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean it." He said.

Sorry. I didn't knew that word could render me speechless. Sorry? It could have made me feel lighter in a sense but...I feel strangled with the way he looked at me. Was that pity I see or was that his own ignorance revealing itself? Nevertheless, at...