The worst-case scenario

Was I wrong when I believed you?

again?

No, said the voice in my head

For the eightieth time

Had I been counting on that?

I asked the other one

Well, you were superficial at that time

And you still are

The silence was good

Ohhh yeah it was

The voices were fighting

For which one was right?

I don’t know about that

I looked at the times when it was supposed to be ended

But now it seemed like an argument

It had been far stretched to what I saw and now it was

Getting louder and louder

As the conclusion was nowhere to be heard of

The answer was least expected 

of that I was sure

They are right to some extent

Said the third one who was listening

From afar

I turned to him

I don’t know why I did that

But I did find solace with him

What’s bothering you?

He asked

I don’t know I said

But you must know what’s the cause of that little hurricane in you?

I looked at him with no answer

He nodded

And he spoke again

It's not him it’s you

It’s your turn to let go

That’s easy for you to say

He repeated again

It's not him it’s you

The other two go silent

They came over him and started to argue with him now

The vivid image that he gave me was pretty

The one which had just me

Broken yet free

warm yet cold

With no one to destroy it

But rather someone was there healing it

I stopped thinking after that is what I remember

And the rest is history

Which gave me a scar that is taking time to heal

But it is rewarding

Cause it has someone who at least doesn’t make it

The worst-case scenario again