A and B

A was a loud person but her mind spoke even more louder that she can't understand people sometimes. She kept talking to herself, so she can't hear her own voices on her mind. She didn't know how and why, sometimes, even the midnight conversation was paltered by her memories. She knew it never happened. In the night like that, she tried to reckon all the remembrance she could have. With coffee, her own image, and the sound of silent wall, she bid herself another midnight talk that never even once stumbled in reality.

B was afraid to be alone. He was very ambitious and subtle. For one reason, he only believed in A about anything that happened in his life. And it crumbled out that he was in love with A whose the heart was belong to someone else. With a glass of vodka in his right hand and cigarette in his other hand, he overthrew every strokes he saw in A. He ripped A out of blue.

A: "Did you know how it feels like having nightmare everytime you go to sleep?"

B: "Did you ask that because it happened to you or you just ask for attention?"

A" "Maybe I was just asking for attention. I hope I was just an attention seeker so I didn't need to have those mixed feelings evertime I close my eyes."

B: "Did you enjoy having it? I mean, that was impossible to have it lingered for so long if you didn't want it that way. Wasn't it?"

A: "I didn't know. I didn't know whether I enjoy it or not. It was always the same dream with vivid scene of your face."

B: "My face?"

A: "Yes. Your face. Remember the moment when I told you about the hole in which I dug unthinkingly?"

B: "Oh yeah. The hole that someone left you hanging by and you forced me to listen to your story even you know I have feeling for you. Wasn't it the that you mean? The one you told me when we were sitting by the pool? I remembered it. The one that I listened to when I was stoned and all I did, was babbling about you being so stupid. Wasn't I?

A: "Sort of...you never told me that you have feelings for me?"

B: "Should I? What was the problem about that anyway? I didn't see your point here."

A: "Really? Didn't you realized?"

B: "You left me with no clue."

A: "I told you about things that should remained secret. You were supposed not to say to anyone but instead you talked more likely in a scream tune to me. Honestly, I didn't tell secrets to any people just like that. That was why it called secret, because they didn't be shouted like you did the other day. I already told you that day. You made me cry on my way home. I literally cried. That night was just too rough for me and you made it worse."

B: "You knew you were crying - not because of that thing, you cried because you're afraid that your hypocrisy was known by other people."

A: "How could you..."

B: "Sure I could. Now you tell me what kind of girl that said it to a man who had intention to be closer to her. You told me about all that. You told me about your starcrossed lover that you will never have and how you sacrificed yourself for him? Tell me I understand that part very clearly because I can't see a straight thing or even good thing, came out from the fact like that!"

A: "That's kind of girl who was willing to do anything to see the one she loved happy. Happy, by any meaning, was avoiding himself out of misery. Stop lecturing me about what kind of people I am when all you can do is trying to reach me and then just slipped like that. You can't say that you want me but you're seeing another girl instead of asking me out. If you want me, you were with me. You knew how hurt I already was, you just made it worse now and then. Why the hell I was explaining this to you? You even left without a sign. How did I know? Now, in a very easy way you texted me, you were asking me to talk, and did it all over again. I thought you could be better than this. I expected you can be better than this. I already killed myself, my feelings for any loneliness that could happen - and you can't make those statements as your condonation for hurting others. You can't."

B: "May I say that is cliché! You knew you wanted him in every possible way you can, so you put him in this kind of tide! Apart from kindness you did, you made a space that made him wanting you more. In the same moment, it made you doubting yourself more. You were just scared. I pitied you. You were scared of love and that was very downhearted to hear you can't love yourself. If you loved yourself, you can unlove that man. Because darling, the truth was he never wanted you anyway. He didn't even care for what you had done to him. As long he felt happy, he kept doing it that way. You were just trapped with your own feeling and now you can't distancing yourself from dream and reality. That was just sad."

A: "I know it was sad. That was why it made counted the most - because it wass sad. No one wanted to be sad in this world. People avoided to be sad. They were willing to do anything to be happy, not to be alone, to have company. What so sad about being sad? I knew I can take sadness much and better than he did. And I knew I was still capable to take it from yours - your sadness. That was why I kept smiling to you for these past weeks, greeting you as usual, smiling to you, pretending that I knew nothing, being the usual cheerful A...until you asked me to come. I just can't hold it anymore, it's killing me."

B: "For what advantage you did that to yourself? Why did you pity yourself like that..."

A: "It just happened to be me. That shit you can't understand is just I was infatuated by you the same way I was with that hole. And you did me the same."

After A said that, that night became a very long night until the sun went up. Silence escorted when A walked out the door and cried, when B was just sitting there, cursing himself, and crying too.