“Did you call me?”
“…Um.. no. Why did you ask?”
“Cuz I saw your phone number so I thought you called. Something must be wrong with the phone.”
“How how are you? Where are you right now?”
“I’m in a usual coffee shop right now.”
I lied. I did call you, but I couldn’t say anything because these words didn’t come out.
“Dad, I’m so lonely.”
Sorry Dad, I don’t have anything new to tell you. My days are just the same. Same smiles, same conversations, same disappointment, my life is just a same as anyone’s life.
I’m so sorry. All of my promise, I haven’t turned them into action, have I?
I’m so sorry, Dad.
If I died, would anyone miss me?
If I died, would anyone shed tears for me?
If I died, would anyone hug me tight?
Even my body will be bugs food, and my bone will decay. Will anyone still remember my face?
If I ends my life, and the Earth is still moving, will it hurt your heart?