Sunday, someone texted me, hinting that something is not going right. He remembers, that on his saturday night bash in Zouk, something is missing. Someone, maybe.

Monday, he sent him a text message. No reply, even after 24 hours. Strange he thought, never in history.

Thursday, he had an urge to go online and chat with his old buddies. After all, it is where he met that group of buddies, and it is where, he met him.

Dumbfounded. He wondered, is he ever going to see the name, “I am who I am”, appearing anymore, because, he wanted to apologise to him, just so badly.