Monologue…

“You don’t belong with them.”

Silence.

“You don’t belong with her.”

“Now, that’s rather unfair to say that.”

“Am I?”

It must have past midnight, for it is very quiet. To him, such quietness is a cruelty. It is during these time of the day, or one should say night, the ignored thoughts returns to haunt his sleepless mind.

“You come from a different world, of a different upbringing.”

“Not entirely, we share a lot in common. In tongue and culture.”

“That is what you believe and what you want to believe. You belong to those of your own kind.”

Silence. Then there comes several uncomfortable sound of him shifting his body to the other side, facing the wall. In times  like these, he thinks, the wall is a better listener, if not a better advisor.

“You know it, you have always known that. It’s just you living in self-denial. Not willing to take it as it is. I’m telling you, there’s no hope.”

“So much for the talk about transcending culture and time.”

“You’re forgetting the miles in between.”

“What’s your point?” He sits up abruptly, it seems that lying down does not help quelling the argument.

“I’m just saying, even if you manage to achieve what you want, distance is still going to be an issue. You know it. You don’t have faith in that, in yourself.”

“You’ll never know for sure!” Upon saying this, he lies back onto his side, choosing again to face the cold wall, as if to protest, to make himself believe all that is said is not true.

Silence.

Soon all there is are just crickets singing lullabies, putting him into a deep dreamless sleep.