We met there, where imagination thrive and memories of it are vague.the 3 of us, met you, and you voiced out your dissent.
Still unclear of what happened afterwards, you ran and i gave chase.
More of an sporty person, missed you with your speed, yet
Caught up to you, and being angry with you, which is rare.
But...
After that you tend to do the weirdest things..
a close hug out of the blue. your smile. your eyes.
Not much as dreams do, the story took a wicked twist.
you died.
Was it me? Yes.. i was that murderer. Why i did it.. couldn't understand at all.
Finally, one of the 3 revealed, and it was K. maybe you're a close friend that's why the appearance.
We tried to escape it, that rope sentence, and turns out we weren't caught.
Yet, people around us suspect us. Pointing their doubts over our concern.
Conscience choked me, and i finally offered to turn myself in.
No worries i won't pull you in.
I'm tired of running away, hiding at corners in buildings with you.
Maybe, it was just me, and i pulled you in.
As soon as i admit to it, to the people, i knew I'm dead.
but.
nothing happened.
that's when i felt a hug.
I cried.
woke up, and surprisingly,
I actually missed running with you, angry with you, your hugs.
All that feelings were as clear as day.
I woke up feeling totally different than before.
My thirst for that ache disappeared.
Did my voice out to P subconsciously pressed on that start button, my gear.
All stale feelings fade away, slowly.
It is gone for good? or a swap for an even stronger dosage, just like that dream.
I've got you now.
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