Delicate

I don't know why but the atmosphere suddenly changed.

I mean, it was okay earlier and now, I don't know.

The past kept on bringing me back to my senses.

The whole ride went silent and I was just leaning on the window.

A few moments after, I can see the building I live in so I told him to stop in front of that place.

Just as I was about to go down, he called my attention.

"Gulf, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm sorry," said Mew.

"For what?"

"For what happened. To us, before." I knew it.

"Stop, please. Just don't."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll head first," He said like he knew it was bad timing to talk about that.

I'm not yet ready.

As soon as I arrived inside the condo, I slumped my body into the couch.

For a moment, I stared at the ceiling then I heard Mild's footsteps.

"Oh, Mild! I thought you still have a shooting?" I asked when I saw him walking towards me, holding a beer, and gave me the other one.