"what if the world stops when we're finally become one?" She asked.

"i don't know. let's just not worry. stop saying 'what if'. now is enough." He turned off the last cigarette, and sipped his coffee.

-
the door already closed.
there is no them,
just him and her.
she lies on her bed,
staring at the ceiling,
doesn't know for how long.
He turns the radio on,
playing their favorite song,
trying to sing along.

but the door already closed,
there is no way back.

-
"maybe someday, somewhere, we can fight for it more than this." she holds her phone tight.

"or maybe someday, somewhere, we have nothing but our own life. so we don't have to hurt each other like this."

"ok, fair enough."

she sent the last message,
and start to outcry in silence.