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            What have I become? Or should I say, what have we become? Monsters of our own desire and lust? 

            “Go home.” I hear it whispering, close to my ears. I wish to, but how? How am I supposed to go home when I myself have erased the route away from my mind? It is in this woods that I encounter remorse. Not because of the journey, but because of the detour I made before. 

             The moment I stepped my foot way beyond the path that I should’ve traveled, I don’t dare look back, for I fear the Master’s urging rage. I fear him, but then the people in the house tell me that I shall fret not. He forgives more than anyone else does, he accepts more than anyone else does, they say. As long as I return, reward awaits. REWARDS indeed. 

             The question is; can I simply put off this boots? They are the ones dragging me further away. I need to go. I have to. The blame, is somehow on me. I can’t seem to have the guts to even untie the laces. My worry is at the thoughts of it being taken by someone else. THAT is something beyond my control, I am fully aware of. Trust me I’ll come back to you. Trust me on this one baby, please. 

            When the time comes, I’ll rush my way here. I promise. I dream of happiness, of peace, in my home, in our home. Not only for me, but for you too.     

p/s: Sayang tak terluah. Payah, kononnya.