Raindrops accompanied her footsteps. The maroon sweater she was wearing was drenched in the rain. Her vacant eyes said nothing. Her heart stopped for a moment, calming himself. She walked aimlessly, without direction, and without paying attention to his surroundings.

This world belongs only to her. Her empty self has lost its identity. Empty thoughts lead him to a bush. Further and deeper. Again, her feet advanced without being ordered. Keep going without getting tired. Rain and lightning seemed to support it. Walk quietly without knowing the direction.

Only the body that the girl has, there is no soul and love in it. Until finally, the body arrived at a blue artificial lake. There was a mocking reflection of the moon. This shows that she is not alone, there will be stars accompanying him.

The girl flashed a smirk, staring angrily at her confused reflection. Messy hair, unkempt clothes, and cold, pale lips coupled with unhealed wounds on his arms.

"Cold?" she muttered almost inaudibly.

After that, she laughed sarcastically for some reason. His laughter grew louder with the pouring rain.

As soon as her laughter died down, the girl cried hysterically. Crying loudly beat the sound of the pouring rain. Her tears flowed freely into the lake. The girl is hurt. An invisible wound that hurts more than seeing a cut with blood.

***

Brumm...

Brumm...

Brumm...

The heavy rain did not dampen the bad spirit in these young men. Wild races held in remote cities are like a hereditary tradition that never subsides. So many times they were caught, so many times they repeated the same thing.

Yudistira Adyatama, a consecutive champion who has never been defeated. The boy was only 17 years old, but he could beat many people even older than him.

The man took part in wild races not because of money, but because of a hobby. He is not a broken home from a world full of stories, he just follows his father's blood. The father, the former racer who is recognized as thumbs up in Jakarta, supports his son. Although often underestimated, but this can be used as a training ground for growing up according to his father. Accident risk? It's a matter of power.

Yudi drove his motorbike on the slippery asphalt of rainwater. The dripping was getting louder and louder, making a loud noise. Yudhisthira chuckled in the middle of the trip. He hates rain for no reason. Due to the rain, many activities have stopped. Those who are supposed to make a living, take shelter, and just waste time.

As time goes by the speed of the motor is getting faster out of control. Until finally, a domestic cat crossed the road suddenly. Yudistira was shocked and slammed the steering wheel of his motorbike so that it fell and was dragged for about 300 meters.

he fell in a thicket causing many scratches on his body.

"Aish, damn it. But luckily the cat survived." Yudistira grimaced in pain as he watched the orange catwalk leisurely without glancing at him.

Yudistira examined his injuries which were quite severe because he did not use protection. he glanced around to find out the situation. Until where his eyes found a hut near the lake. Because his motorbike was damaged, Yudistira had to wait for his friend to come and take him home.

As he crossed around the lake to the lodge, he noticed something odd. Like a woman's hair. Long hair floating on the surface of the lake.

Seeing something strange according to him, Yudistira immediately approached the lake. His eyes narrowed trying to see more clearly what was floating in the water until he didn't realize he was muttering, "What about corpses?"

***

The girl continued to walk, further and further from the surface. The water began to wash his feet, then sink his knees, deeper and further down to his hips then stopped for a moment closing his eyes to say goodbye.

I go...

Maybe the world is not a good place for me...

Maybe being born wasn't the right thing for me...

Mom, Dad, I'm leaving. It's fair, isn't it? You are happy without me and I am happy to see your happiness.

The water melted, drowning him in the chest. It was tight, but it didn't feel any tighter than the crazy long nights. It was a long night when the cutter sliced ​​his hand, red liquid gushing out along with fresh scratches on his hand.

Now, the girl closed her eyes, the water started to rise to her mouth. It's uncomfortable, but it's better than a slap from the two people she loves. And better than the hurtful words she hears almost every day.

At this moment, his eyes were completely closed. He was swept away by the water, dark. Like the times she thought about the future. It was dark, not a single light came in to help her out of the situation. The gloomy future in his mind made this darkness feel nothing. Over time, the surface feels more distant. Her feet were no longer on the ground. She's floating. Feel light.

Then, his lungs started to burn. It feels, all the tightness that exists will soon be resolved, will be destroyed along with his soul that leaves and does not return.

Crowded...

The more crowded...

This hurts...