Tomorrow

Prologue: We Don't Talk Anymore

Time flies when you're having fun. But why does it feel like time only shrunk faster when the pain grew more visible?

Same old seats, same old faces, same old issues ran down by the majority across the room, different you. And I would watch you from across the room- sitting so still and patient as you fiddle with your pen under the chaos. I would listen to how much you've grown from how proud everyone is. But I don't need to see documents and gossip to know that you're shedding more tears than sweat. You don't need bandages for me to see how much damage you've been through. But I need a constant reminder that I'm no longer the one who could bring you back your smile. That I can't be the one to wipe your tears, when in reality, I'm the one that causes them.

And it kills me to see how we would meet each other everyday, yet it still feels like we're only drifting apart no matter how our close our seats are to each other. Finding more reason. Suit to skin, hand to pen, stress over health, a slap across my cheek, pain for gain. Never eye to eye.

It was us against the world, but I guess now, it's you against me. No matter how many times I try denying it, you don't need your hero anymore. I don't need you to give up your Independence. I just want you back.

Because right now, it's me who needs saving.
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I'm trying to be my own hero.

I want my real Independence. I don't need anyone to boss me around. But no matter how many times I try denying it, my country still needs you. I guess now it's us against the world, when it was supposed to be me against the world.

Never eye to eye. Feeling the pain, my palm against your cheek, coffee over sleep, papers to desk, heels to sole. Business is Business. But it kills me to see you there, asking for more than my signature on a contract or my hand for only a shake.

I don't want to be someone's responsibility, I can't put down 70 years of pride to waste. But I need a constant reminder that I can't always act like I can deal with things alone. I can hear your laughter booming against the walls. And I could feel from the corner of my eye, you're still up high your seat. Literally. But I don't need to see the numbers to know how hard you're trying to stay calm. I see how much dedication you give to helping everyone under that cocky grin even if you can't even help yourself. Different new seats, different new faces, different new issues introduced to me by the minority across the room, same old you.

Time flies when you're having fun. But why does it feel like time only grew slower when joy only runs thinner?