Uncannily fretting since she left me in the living room, nothing more to hide, I thought she'd spurn me after facing me again. I was afraid she'd end our relationship, even so, I will beg for her to accept me no matter what.
I'm troubled she might be the one who'll drive me away after I tried rejecting her feelings. I made her cry and it's only natural she'd hate me for what I did.
After she had a nice refreshing bath, I heard her steps on the stairs causing me to get agitated, even though I can't take a bitter rejection, I still would never run away from what I feared the most.
Even before this darkness engulfed me, the content of what I wanted to say was written out on a paper before she left crying in pain.
Each step she made was like a tremor for me. She's coming down, she's coming
