As I pull all my hair back from my face, looking at the mirror. From the corner of my eye, the tear rolled down my cheeks. Your finger tips brushed them away. A soft peck on my forehead telling me it'll be alright, reassures me. When I blinked, you fleshed away. I looked desperately around for you. Running, looking high and low, you were no where to be found. I hit the wall before I knew it. Then I realised it was just a dream, with my blanket soaked with my tears. When I wake up, I hope you'll be there. Looking at my phone, messages, but none from you. As I toss and turn to fall back to sleep, the sweet things you told me flooded my mind. And the bitter things you told be made my cheeks wet again. My phone rang, and made me jumped. I thought it was telepathy when I was thinking of you, you might message me. But no, I was wrong. Wrong like always.
How will you spend the last few minutes of your birthday? Not talking to me obviously.
Do you even know? I did not attend school today. I bet on No.
One of your message can get me so down. How funny that works uh? It's so funny, I can't see the humor in it.