Red Chair, Brown Pillow and the Black Metal (A Fairytale's End)

Rough nite. Writing on ma own bed (listening Gita Gutawa's)...

If walls could talk, they would tell you a lot of things...
Right now they are hoping to be able to stretch their arms to hold her.
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Red Chair
It was September last year. He met her for the first time and just
started to get to know her. Before her, it was always him who interact
on him. One time, she finally interact with him.. She sit on his
lap and they both just played words game all day. But it was different
tonite. She was sitting alone like yesterday, writing in unspoken
agony. She smiled to the red chair and thank him for giving her a
shoulder to cry on. He wishes he knows what went wrong.

Brown Pillow
She was adopted not long ago, to accompany the other same kind. She
remembers they were discussing before deciding to take her here. Now,
she is laying together with her new roommate. She likes it here, just
like she likes being hugged by him or her at nite. She was not alone
and naked anymore. Sometimes she could lay right beside her roommate,
if they watched DVDs and slept together. But there were times when
only one of them was there, and he/she needed to hold her tight.
Tonight.. she is wet with tears, cuz the woman who brought her here
says goodbye.

Black Metal
She always smiles seeing him. She always loves him, in every way he is.
His appearance, his smell, his comfortable yet simple decorations...
All of the things she wouldn't change from him. Even when he'd ever
said that he is in love with another better kind and wanted to replace
him once he has more money. They had spent a lot of times together...
He is always faithful in taking him wherever he wants to go. And she
was happy following him wherever he wanted. There were times he had to
patiently wait for quite a while, when they were out somewhere having
fun -even after the sunrise.

Lately, all he could hear was arguments. One time, she cried so hard
after being left on an empty street. He can still remember her laughs,
her cries, her angers, her confusions.

But in all of those, he'd always sense her love.

It was May 2k7...

She walked out from him and pressed the "lock" button. Before she
left, she turned around and smiled to him for the very last time. The
only thing left from her is her finger prints.

No one would love him like she did. She does.