I believed in you.

Against my own instinct. Do you know how hard it is to stop myself from prying or pursuing suspicions? I did it to respect you. Trust you. Support you.

But you didn’t appreciate that in me did you? No. You used it for yourself. For your selfish gains.

You lied. And for what? Are you afraid of losing? Afraid of the truth about yourself?

You want the truth? You are a coward.

I may not have achieved anything better than you. But at least I don’t go to bed at night hating the person I’ve become.

“Hello, what are you doing now?”

“I’m packing all my stuff into boxes. So much to move!”
“Where did you get the boxes from?”
“Giant. They let me rummage through their discarded boxes.”
“Did you get any of my butter boxes?”
“Nope. I have Ribena, Pringles, BioZip. Even Minyak Cap Buruh. No ButterLite. You’re not pushing enough stock!”

Later, with someone else.

“So, you managed to get boxes from Giant?”
“Yeah. I realised it’s interesting to see my stuff packed into Pringles or Ribena boxes.”
“I know what you mean. My brother lugged a Whisper box to the new house.”