"I just want us to return from where we used to be."
Your voice echoed through the choir of chirping crickets that night. The wind that blew felt even colder than it was than the other nights it blew when I was with you. The light of the moon shone its best but in my eyes I can see its light slowly dying. And your face — I could not forget how you looked down at the grass and played on its dew drop. Your eyes are not like the eyes I had seen these past years; they were not the eyes I had seen when we first met.
I felt my chest crunching, gasping for air. I felt my hands sweating, shaking, and freezing. I felt my eyes forming tears I could not bare to control.
I pushed myself to confidently hold your hand within those dire moments. It's the only way I could think of to lift up something that I felt was going to fade — hope.
"Su-- sure," I felt the trembling of my mouth as if fear manifested itself. The day that I was afraid of suddenly came to life...
"If that's what you want..."
And I could not do anything to avoid or solve it, but rather face it...
"Then we'll start anew! We'll start from where we first met, and have happy days, just like the old times, and --"
"No." And accept any output coming from it. "That's not what I meant."
"The--then what did you mean?" I asked hesitantly, but I was sure I know the answers. I just needed to deny it to keep my hopes up, to be in a delusion that we'll still be as strong as we are before, even if it means that I'm climbing up an endless ladder only to meet its end where I'll fall rapidly to the ground with such an impact...
"I-I want to return back to where we used to..."
That it would not only leave wounds...
"Back to when we were strangers and have never met."
But scars that would never fade.