Drowned.

Heavy. As if weighed down by a thousand tons. The heart, for once, lost its tenacity to pump.

Sunken legs dragged fallen body home. He was within proximity, but he couldn't send his goodbye kisses. His eyes would betray his concealed emotions and he knew he can never pretend a smile. He wanted to see her. He waited and got disappointed. She was so near, yet so far. They were 5 mins apart and he has to hurried himself away. Clutching the gift with defeated hands, it has to be another day.

His fingers spoke sadness at every stoke of his piano's keys. Listen...juz listen. For if he still remember how to weep, he would not have seek reprieve from his melodies. He bolted his door from within and hide, for the helplessness is back to haunt. The dreaded feeling came, more impactful than the last and almost drained his life away. He has to be stronger than this. He has to brace himself for the next hit. He didn't know his heart was so fragile.

Loneliness is a state of mind. Juz like now.

And his heart is still stinging from the fresh wound.