I hate him. I really do hate him.
Why is he doing this to me? Why can't he just....
Everyday he's driving me crazier and crazier. I just can't resist. Everytime he's near me... damn it, I even can FEEL his presence even without looking. And I'm suffering because I can't just ignore him. He's too hard to be ignored.
I hate him. He distracts me too much I want to kill him. I don't apreciate being distracted. If I can snap that long white neck... shead his blood on the floor... breaking every bone in his body... will I be satisfied?
I doubt that.
Damn, now he's making me doubting my own judgement.
Every time I see him I get sick. My body will shiver and my head will go blank. My consentration will fade and that means danger.
And I can't risk the mission for it.
I silently stare at him. He is sleeping peacefully in his bed, unaware of my presence. Or probably he does acknowledge my presence, but chooses to ignore it. He trusts me too much.
And that trust is going to kill him.
I am ready to pull the trigger of my gun when I suddenly notice... that book.
The book I secretly wrote a long time ago.
I pick up the book. Does Duo still read this stuff? Why? It's just a book. It's not that good, isn't it?
Silently I put down my gun and look at the paperback of the book. 'My Dream', that is the tittle written. I grimace. What was I thinking when I wrote this book? Did I think that by writing it down, it would come true?
Yeah, I did think so, I guess. Not anymore.
A dream is nothing but a dream. It's just a mere fantasy, far from reality.
I am going to rip off the book, but somethink catch my eyes. Even though in the darkness of this room, the moonlight manages to go through the blinds and it shines to the quote I have wrote in one of the pages so long ago that I forgot I ever wrote them.
//This war will over one day and human will have to go on with whatever left on them. I don't know if I'm going to survive this war... but if I ever did... if I ever did... I want to learn how to live and let the others live along with me instead of killing them... if I ever survived this war.//
I was alone back then. And I... am not now....
I contemplate as I stare at the boy before me.
If I kill him... I will be alone again... won't I?
I just continue to stare at the boy. Hours pass by and it's almost sunrise. He is going to wake up soon.
I pick up my gun and walk out the room.
Not yet, I say to myself.
Because I don't want to be alone.
~tbc~
Hime D.