LANGUID

I pulled my knees close to my heart. Wondered to myself in the small of my heart, 'if anything would be different'. In a fortnight, she'd be gone. Going to a different phase of life, I bet she ponders as hard as I do, that how would things change? Being apart from people she was close to, and growing closer to people she wouldn't know, if not for this chance. An opportunity that was made for them to meet, and fall in love.

Never had been close to any of them, but I am really not that big on departures. The room will feel so empty, and hollow. Like neither of them had lived here before. I'm left with the room along with the closets and the empty beds, feeling alone and hopeless.

I've been hearing all my life about how difficult it will be to be apart from your own sibling. Yet I find myself asking dubiously how far the truth value could be. You see, some people, oops, most people think their siblings are annoying, and they acquiesced that they would die to be left alone.

Well, frankly, if you are dead, you are alone. Hilarious and ironic.

The thing is, I've never been through the phase when I started jumping around with a face reddened with rage. I've never been through the phase when I shed a tear because it's sweet to have them around neither. Youngest, I was shaped into a disciplined kid. I was expected to be responsible of my own act, to face and handle my own consequeces. No, I'm not saying they won't be there for me if things slip out of hand. I'm just saying, I've grown to that kid I was expected to be. Because they were all grown up when I was a kid, they had all grown into an adult that could deal with their own mess perfectly well.

I guess, since then, it's been kind of difficult for any of us to open up.

I guess, there won't be a chance when you're gone, bigsis. Nevertheless, all the best over there. To a brand new and happy married life.