“Why are you here?”
He did not answer my question and just give me a smile. With him holding a white flower on his hand, I was surprised when he took away a dried flower with the same type as what he just put down.
“Its been a long time since I last saw you” he started.
What is he up to? I… I don’t understand.
The last time I saw him, I was about to take my own life. He was, full of fright back then… I saw it.
I feel guilty… i know he means no harm to me but still... I wonder if he is doing well right now?
“How are you doing?”
Even with him talking to me, I can’t really find the courage to answer him back. All I know is that, I hate what I am feeling right now. I really… hate this…
“Are you eating well?”
He stood up and look at me. But that look is something he never had before.
