I live in the waiting room. What kind of waiting room? Who am I? You don’t have to know, there’s not much story about me that I could tell. But I do have stories to tell, not about me of course, it’s about them. The waiting room’s temporary occupants. Not that I love to ear-drop, but they just too loud to be ignored. So it left me to listen all their stories, and now you’ll listen to it too.
- In the waiting room, memories #1.
When goodbye is the best for us.
They came hand-in-hand, and sat side by side. Both didn’t look at each other, just stared at the white floor. Their shadow reflected at it. The boy’s voice broke the silence.
The boy said, “ Hope you’ll find someone better than me…”
The girl said, “ You’ll always be the best one for me. But the fate says the other words. It wouldn’t fit us. This world couldn’t accept us. Maybe you’re the one who deserve someone better than me..”
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“then good luck for you, for us”
Then they left the waiting room, no longer held each other’s hand. After bid the last goodbye they went to separate way..
One thing that they didn’t know, both couldn’t hold their tears anymore.
Once again the waiting room became so silent. Left me with one thought,
Maybe, the best one is not always be the right one for us. Maybe…
semoga ga ada spelling and grammar nazi yang baca ini, bisa berabe diketawain. kalaupun ada yah maklum aja, namanya juga belajar..hehe.
