Fights

         I'm afraid things aren't working too well for my friend here in our house. Funny, the once happy place became so silent, so dull. It always makes me want to go out and just come back for sleep.
          People. Yes, so much people. So many attitudes, cultures, values -- all different from each other.

          We were on the next room, we were preparing to sleep, but then we heard noises. Our friends were fighting. They were shouting, and the ambiance of the room was intense. Everyone was hot, they were all standing ready to backfire each other, to throw those nasty words from their tongues. The tongues, which I could remember perfectly were the same tongues whom with laugh with, share jokes with everyone. But what happened?
          How different is one to the other? How challenging to be living in one place with people you never grew up with? It's hard. Frustrating. Annoying. But then again, you have to live with it, live with them. Though it's not easy, you just have to.
         Now, the fight is over. And everybody became quiet. Silence. The issues have been resolved, the matter has been concluded. And then? What happens next? Yes, you solved it. But the words that were sent is still piercing through those hearts. And the memory still lingers. If they did it before, what assurance do they have that it won't happen again?
         Everything is awkward now. Just silent paths and nods were given. How can you bring back what was before? Pray. Pray that you could. And if it won't, pray for the better.