Aku ada swag. Serius. Sebab? Sebab aku boleh rasa syaitan bernafas. So this is an entry about, fucking love syndromes. Fucking. Bukan cinta suci yang patut aku agungkan. Kononnya.
She saw something behind her back. But she went away with a steady feet. Not feeling paranoid about things behind her. She knew. Just knew.
He did not know, she noticed him following her. So he kept on following with a curious thought. Every steps he made, every breath he took, he make sure there's no effing sound. Because he heard a rumor from his peers that he breathes like Lord Vader. Lord fucking Vader.
When her feet sore, she stopped and entered a nearby cafe. Resting her legs. She sat facing the doors, because she wanted to see what or who is following her. She's curious. Then she saw a strapping guy with an impish figure. She's annoyed yet intimidated. She looked away.
He entered the cafe, because he saw her entered it just now. He gasped out of air when he saw her face. A beautiful little angel. He fell on his knees, because she have this faint smile. Reminding him of his late daughter.
She have this faint smile. He fell on his knees. Crying.
Fin de la story. Aku tahu tajuk memang seratus peratus tak kena dengan entry. Tapi lantak aku lah kan?
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