What Matters

"At least, you are here"

The cold morning mist she billows, colouring the cold aired room and she shivers, pulling the coverlet closer to her body. She feels numb for she senses nothing for her legs. It feels like it's not there, like it has been removed and she would stay like that. She gazes ahead to the small window by the door, staring and counting for how many times people passed her room and fades away. It seems like she expects someone, but she's not, really. She is never really hopeful, because when she hopes too much, she ends up being failed. She knows how music industry works like. They'll be there when your name arises, they leave you when you fall down. It's a terrible dismay for her to acknowledge it, to actually succumb to it, that she eventually will lose those people she put on her trust.

And she sighs, she sighs painfully, something crawls from her lips to be said.

"It's better to die, Sooyoung"she lays back, angling her head to the fluorescent ligh