Him I heard a loud bang today again. And i was super afraid. The strength of him, both mentally and physically crippled; or perhaps has been crippling me. The reaction of being nonchalant is just trying to tell myself that it's my carelessness that caused him another sleepless night and i respected him. My fear had turned my 'nvm attitude' as a reflex action already. I hope this will never happened again, but from the day when i ran away fr home and began to allow my soul to step out if this House, I knew his fierceness has instilled me a forever fear and grievance within me. To what extend could i love him, to what extend should i hate him?
