One last talk, please?

Throughout these two years,
all I've ever wanted is just a moment with you.

A moment where I can tell you things that were unspoken,
a moment where I can acknowledge your real thoughts.

The incident happened in a sudden,
everybody thought that they know the story well.

But sadly,
I am the one who knows what had really happened.

You were victimised and protected so carefully.

At least you looked and sounded like a victim.

But nobody knows,
I am, as well, a victim.

I've tried really hard to get over it,
by not looking into the past,
by not thinking of it,
by not holding it in.

But things would not just go the way you want them to.

Even until now,
I am still affected by the incident.

I need a closure.
And the only way is to talk to you, face-to-face.

I personally have no idea why I am being dragged by things like this.
But I do know that there's no way that I can move on without knowing the answer.

Just please, talk to me.
Once this is done, I'll never appear in your world again.

Ever. I promise.