I am absolutely sick of this.
How dare you cough up an excuse that you wanted me to be happy on my bloody birthday. How dare you even ask me what the fine line between keeping a secret and lying is.
In my life, most people come and go without leaving so much as a scratch in my existence; all rubbish, plain trivial. In my life I have lived in a lie, playing in my own playground, in my own microcosm, without so much as an intruder to interrupt me.
And now that you forced yourself upon me, not settling with a hearty �no;� now that I have come to be tamed and dependent; now that you have promised not to go, you lie to me about your real intentions.
No, it wasn�t a lie. It was just a promise �that you�d never really leave.
From now on, I know where I�ll stand. I am just a lowly spectator just like everyone else, only I was labeled the best of all the spectators. I am just one of them who couldn�t stop you from facing death. I am just one of those who would suffer from a broken promise�a promise that was not meant/willed to be followed in the first place.
From now on, I�d just watch you from afar. Back to square one. I am not going to run after you anymore. I�d just stay still and suffer as I watch. I know I can�t force you to listen.
I will not run after you anymore, lass. Not anymore.
