chapter 41 : End

This is the end.
This is... goodbye.
Remember today.
I've no respect for you.

Crashed.
And.
Burned.

The End.

chapter 40 : want

If I could take you away

Pretend I was queen
What would you say
Would you think I'm unreal
'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel

Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything

Everything...

Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay, but they just dont care
Yeah, but all I ever really wanted
Was a little piece of you

Everything will be alright
If you just stay the night
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you
walk away, don't you walk away.

chapter 39 : Fray

Must a fight for a cause be known?
Is there a need to be recognized, to be acknowledged, to be appreciated, to be accepted, to be heard, to be felt, then only is it counted?
Must all the cause that is fought for, be made known?
How about to those who kept silent?
Have I become too cynical to believe?
How and when would reality have a place for me?
All that you did, I have done it all, with the same passion, but they were all acts that no one would ever know took place.
But haven't I been living all this while in this silent fight, where suddenly everything in my life, doesn't matter anymore. Because... love is watching... someone die.

All I want... is....that one point in time...

...where everything would collide again.

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I cry with you, though I am not there.

Always remember that I am holding you with these invisible hands.
I will always love you deeply still, despite the distance and silence.
This post is dedicated to you, and the loss... that I cannot make up for.

I love you.

chapter 38 : I saw you

Believe me. I saw you. You were standing there at that very crossroad, and you looked the same, except your hair was cut. You were not distracted by the cars going by or the lights surrounding you or even the noise passing you by. Your eyes were looking down at your hands and you were holding a guitar, it was your instrument your soul and that everything else was a fake. The vehicle I was on passed you by, and as I stood up from my seat with my hands on the window pane, watching, staring, thinking; I saw you. As the vehicle turned in loops, and went further away, I saw you. You started walking in that one direction I wanted to follow, but as I tried to keep up with you, I just couldn't. Because there will always be this distance and space between us that I can never cross over to reach you. And all you did was keep walking ahead, without me.

But, I saw you.