Burnt Heart

Sorry is not a cure

That person whom I befriend two years ago... Our friendship was so fragile that I couldn't tell whether it even existed in the first place. Not even half of a year... He has proven to be the first maleficent person I ever met in my entire life. What of a person chooses his friend and dispose of his other 'option'? What kind of a person would look only on one side of the coin? He is practically inhuman!

Now he tries to reconcile with his previous choices... For a reason.
My developed instinct warns me that he is planning a very huge blow on me. So big a blow that it might knock me out. My instincts also told me that he would laugh intentionally, as though he finally slayed his enemy, who doesn't even think of him as an enemy. What the hell did I do? Of all others out there... There are so many out there to screw around with. Specifically referring to "Those 2". But why me? Does he really want to taunt forth my "fight" spirit, as in the really violent guy in me? (I guess some of my BFFs know of it; there was once I fought and beat the crap out of Zhang Wen Han)

A heart black as coal. One so cold as though left out in the winter after burning to crisp. If he ever asks for forgiveness from anyone, I can safely bet that none would, for once bitten, twice shy...