The cream to my tea

She has grown too fond of her, she knows that. That's where she fucked up. She ruined everything. At that time, only one thought coming through very clearly, the one thing of which she's certain; she loves her. One thing she told her everyday;  I love you. And other things she can't say; please don't leave me. Because that'd make her look weak. Even though if it's about her, she always has been the weak one. It became a nightmare everytime she's sincerely staring at her, like something she wanted to say. Something sad. Something broken. She was warned, was told, everyone trusted her, saying that she should have listened. Every one last chance was given to her, to turn back and leave, that she's making a mistake. I won't give up. Not on her. Not like this. But she feels off everytime she wakes up. Somehing is not right. Something is trying to let go. Something is trying to leave. And everytime she tries, desperately seek...

"you like her, right?" "no!" "come on, you can just tell us the truth! we can see it in your eyes." "bullshit. i don't like her. period." "well, there she is." there she is. "see. you're practically drooling right now." "shut up." and they did. but she's coming closer. "hi." "hi." "may i know where you're going?" "food." "you're hungry?" "ugh. starving." "haha. do you mind if i join you? i'm hungry too." "sure!" so... "so..." "ya?" "your friends, they're still going on about you likes me?" "hm, yeah. haha. you know them, fools." "they're nice." "you think so?" "maybe it's because they think it's good to take care of their friends ...