Went in a car ride. Went past my school and drove through that so very familiar road along Balestier. And the heart almost stopped drumming.
And then the laughter stopped, and silence took its toll. So quiet even the dropping of a pin could pierce through the silence of the dark night ahead.
I wanted to cry so badly but I knew ; it would only be a sign of weakness. No amount of crying can ever bring things back to how they were. So I tried to face it, to get over it.. and I succeeded. Not immediately, not totally but at least I did. At least I tried. I'm not the cow that jumped over the moon, nor dancers that take huge leaps. I take steps, small steps - but the lead me to the correct direction, and I'm not that likely to fall.
Tomorrow(aka when I wake up and remember to blog), I shall type what is owed.