When you're stuck in the middle, you just want to stand at bay, and watch the situation rest in the depths of the water, never to surface again. And that it could all be fine, before the tide heightens, before dark clouds hovering the sunshine, before the heavy fury of the winds feel slapping on your face.

But you can never stay at bay. It always does wash up on the shores, and you will have no choice but to be in the region of danger. Or atleast you think you have to be.

It's not for anyone to say on their behalf, not to even assume, who's right and who's wrong. It's a problem that arise from both the contributor and the reciever. When there's no sound of peace, there's always something that bugs one. And if someone has the bug, someone's bound to catch it. Me, I'm like the police investigating the case. I'm not so sure who's got the right picture here, but being the sister and the friend, and seeing this all happening, I want it to go back like how it used to. I am kidding myself, because nothing stays. You can't live in the past, because it's gone. You just move on.

And it's not to say who's the culprit either. So don't tell me who I should believe, when I am in the situation itself.