That question,

"Why are you so late?", delivered casually, as if it's a flower plucked from mid-air.

Same place, Sentosa. Same place, Tanjung Beach. I couldn't bear to look at that look in your eyes. And for a moment I was transported back to the shade of almost love, when - asked me that same question. Again, I didn't have an answer.

To think that I thought I've forgotten.