Rubah Beternak

 There’s been a lot of times, When we went through a different path. And, Although, Eventually, we met each other in a tangent, I realized that, There’s been too much time when we clashed ways. And it hurts both of us. I don’t Want to see you hurt— —No. I don’t want to be hurt anymore. No. Especially not because of you. So this is goodbye. I hope, one day, you will finally find your happiness.

Let’s talk on the phone tomorrow. Hm? Why? Mmhm nothing special. I just miss your voice. And your laugh. And your presence. … Actually, I just miss you. Huh? You’re… you’re busy tomorrow? Is that so… When are you free? The day after? Ah… on that day I… Oh, no no no. I can make time. Don’t worry. No, it’s okay. I will call you on that day, okay? How about at 9? Yes. Yes. You can do that, yes? Hmm? No, life’s been good. It’s just getting a little lonely here without you. I am probably just moping like usual, though. Ha… Certainly. No, I told you not to worry. I am fine. Let’s talk.. let’s talk on the phone call later, okay? Yes, the day after tomorrow.

She found herself waiting for the full moon to appear every month. Unconsciously counting down the date in the back of her mind, looking at the window and getting a little bit disappointed by the fact that it's still a crescent moon. She found herself smiling during the day when she realized that the night would be rising with the full moon. And someone will come to her balcony. She found it strange, and weird. And weirdly enough, she doesn't question herself when she does. It is simply because she found the company to be comforting, and warm. She likes to hear smiles slipping through his voice when he finally gets into the balcony. And she knows he is as happy as her to spend the night with each other's company, a casual conversation, and some tea and cookies to accompany. She never knows how he sees the world through the mask he wears. But if those superheroes could wear a mask and save the world, why should he can't see the surroundings? Somehow she really wants to p...

 I am really terrible with names. Most of the time, I forget your name completely, without a trace in my brain. Sometimes I remember your face and not your name and reverse. Sometimes I only remember parts of your name, mostly a letter. Sometimes I remember your name but I thought it was someone else's name. I am terrible with names. But I do remember some memorable ones : that person who helped me when I almost passed out during a ceremony, that person who acted like a fool in front of the class, that person who helped me to get on a bus I never get on before, and your name . I looked at you once and you said your name: not even to me. To the teacher. And I remembered your name immediately. Okay, the most logical reason is that your name only consists of two syllables. Simple and easy to remember. Another logical reason is that your face looks like my favorite actor and no one else looks like you. You are also very vocal and always sit on that chair in class that it was practical...

Back in 2016, there was this otome game from Korea called Mystic Messenger that was released. It was a fun dating game that made a lot of women wake up at night just to chat with fictional characters. I am included. Back in 2017. Most and foremost, I liked ZEN the most; the musical actor that smokes, occasionally drinks beer, and likes a night ride with a motorcycle. Something that never aligned with my own ideology but hey, he is so nice to MC in every route. Supportive, protective, and caring to everyone (except Jumin). And that's all that matters, at least for a fictional character. Despite my obvious favoritism towards ZEN, I must admit that the most memorable moment I have in that game was with 707. In which in day 4 common route he says : "When I feel depressed, I stare at the sky. Try that when you feel down. The sky is up there, but people don't really look at it" I heard those sentences at least 3 times, one for each route, not including where I replayed. But...

We met each other at our lowest point. Anxious and desperate for attention and love, desperate for acceptance and recognition. And it's never a good way to start a story. We used to lift up each other: that's what the both of us need, right? I am sad, you'll comfort me, you are sad, I'll comfort me. I noticed your desperation for recognition the moment I saw you in class. Trying so hard to impress—to prove that you are better than your classmates who wouldn't pay attention to class. To prove that you are better than them because you could teach them, because you could write shit on the board because you raised your hand when question asked, because you will explain shit even though no one asks and willing to listen. Or probably so I thought. I never actually know. I recognized your desperation and I decided to feed your ego. I will pay attention to you, I will give you feedback, and I will ask questions. I will also take your useless offer for notes in an unimportan...

 The candle on the table flickered, swayed from the wind. The only source of light in the dark room. The floor was made of wood that has been eaten by termites, just like the wall and the roof. Fragile and ready to fall apart anytime. It’s raining again tonight. The wind was too cold to handle only with a help of a small candle that almost lost its life. I pulled the thin blanket around my body closer. My eyes stayed watching the fire of the candle danced. The wax almost fully melted and so was the fuse. I don’t have any money to buy another one for tomorrow’s freezing night. My stomach grumbled. It hasn’t eaten anything but a piece of bread that’s been moldy from the humid weather and lack of proper storage. The air tastes disgusting. Mushrooms have grown on humid corners of our home. My home for ever since you left. I couldn’t do anything about it. A wrong step and everything will go to crumble. And I will no longer have a place to be called home if that happens. You left...

Brime Yoshikawa is one of the theatre club member in our highschool, one of the most talented actors that have stepped on our stage, and probably, the most famous actor in our school. How do we know? Easy. After his debut performance during the first festival held by the tenth graders, the theater room that was usually only half full now always run out of seats every time he was listed as one of the actors. We even have to open ticket bookings to make sure everyone could get a seat (we never did that before. We were happy enough people are coming). Brime Yoshikawa's fans are crazy people, because we still need to set up cameras and projectors for people who couldn't book the ticket but keep insisting on watching the play. They refused to watch the LIVE we put on AimaTube, hoping they could see Brime when he left the theatre. Brime Yoshikawa's fans are crazy people. Crazy people who know  so well that they would never be able to stand by his side, no matter the circumstances...