I continued weeping like a lost child. I bawled so hard, I thought my veins at my temples were going to snap. I did not care, I just wanted to let my sorrow out. It was not as if I met with a catastrophe, yet somehow I felt my heart dying slowly under a big rock, that I could not breathe, I could not live. Life was slowly being sucked out of me.
"Oh no... Sorry, Lynn. I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry." Dexter admitted his guilt. I shrugged off his hand from my shoulder. I did not want to be touched or comforted by anyone. I wanted to be isolated.
"What the **** are you doing to her!" It was the same familiar voice I heard a few hours ago. The profanity revolted me - I never heard one from Benji before.
I was grabbed out of the bench by Benji's tenacious pull. It hurt, but it did not matter, as long as I was back to Benji. I needed no more confusion, and never needed on in the first place.
"What? Ask her why she cried! It's because of you, bastard! You and that... bitch!"
"Stop! Stop it! Say no more! Now leave me alone!" I managed to be freed out of Benji's obstinate grip.
Don't look back, Lynn... Never look back. I continued to run. I did not care if I was directionless, what mattered was that I was freed from trouble, ephemerally.
Fleeting as it was, I was pulled back by someone in the midst of my runaway. Astonishingly, I stayed in that pair of arms. It was really tired to run away, I needed refuge, I needed rest. I wanted all these to stop, and pretended as if nothing happened at all.
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