Friday, 26 May 2017

The weak link

Fulfilling the duty of attending her sports day second year in a row because no one really cares...
She was brainwashed from my angle of view. She cried the moment she saw me...it broke my heart.

She has been used as a weapon against me before but this time I really do not care how much you benefit from my signature on that crumpled piece of paper, but you will not brainwash her again...she told me the snippets of the names you've called me while I was hiding and calculating my next move. 
She begged me to go to park so she doesn't have to go home, how similar our minds have grown...
Rolling in the grass, running barefoot, picking up flowers, swinging recharged her, but is it enough?