When she assigned us into the same group, I thought it was.. fate. Yes I thought it was fate.

From then on, I took everything for granted. Since it was fate, then let it stay that way.

But we were in the same group, to study.

Not for anything else.

To get marks.

To pass.

Everyday, we would chat.

Not PM.

But chat.

In a group chat. With another girl and guy.

But fate wasn’t nice to me anymore.

We would fight. For our marks. For what we deserve. To pass.

We don’t chat like friends.

We fight like we are in a cold war.

There will always be a losing side.

Never did I once think that..

It would be me.

Sometimes, I would chat with that girl. I mean, of course. She was my heart sister. She knew how I felt. It was like we were twins. We knew each other like twins. We felt each other like twins.

Sometimes, I would tell her I’m sad. I’m not happy. What was my dream come true, became my worst nightmare. It was even saddening. I mean, it was fate.

To a cold war.

Of getting marks.

Of gender fighting.

Of secrets.

To kill one side.

To end the cold war, one needs to die.

Finally, weeks passed.

I’m still alive, against all odds.

But.. how long can I stay alive?

Before I die, before we are through with this war.

How long more?

Slowly, I became happy.

I was filming, and I had bloopers.

More unhappy things killed me. Killed my unhappiness.

But.. I had the bloopers.

Putting it together, made me happy.

It gave me an adrenaline rush.

I finally felt happy. Laughing at the antics in our group. Seems like fate again. But I’m filming. Not in the videos.

Finally, I died.

I couldn’t hold on any longer.

I finally died today.

Angels finally decided that I couldn’t take it anymore.

Angels finally decided that the cold war should end.

Before it’s too late.

Looking back, every little thing that used to make me happy, makes tears fall now.

It’s because of me, that fate became a war.

Bloopers made me cry harder.

We were a group afterall. But why did we turn this way?

Why did we turn to enemies?

Why did we have to fight this war?

Happiness, is unattainable now.

Society is too materialistic.

Feelings.. are to be played with now.

That’s why, I died in this war.

And my only cure?

Him.