呜呜呜……
I remember the night when you said 'there are things I care about here', the tone of your voice and a little awkwardness hidden in your eyes.
I miss it when you play with Bear, patting on his head or throwing his ball into the air, like a child without knowing how cruel this world can ever become.
I crave for the spark in your eyes when we need to fire our way out through dozens of well-trained agents.
I got shot so many times, with countless bullets drilling through my body, but never have I known the wound of losing someone you love so much is such unbearable , and that it will never heal.
This world is so twisted, I thought and I was convinced that finding the Machine means finding meaning until I hear you.
I want to sleep cos then I can see you, touch you, feel you, smell you.
But I dare not to sleep, for every time I wake up from all these illusion, I'm empty inside and alone,again. It's eating me up.
I can almost hear you saying, "Come on,Root. No time for tears. Tik tok."
So, no time for tears tonight.
Goodnight, Sameen.