The cries of yesterday are different to the cries of today. The struggles of the past hold no meaning to the struggles of the present. To times linked as one and yet none acknowledges the other.
Both having their own meaning, having their goals and their own minds and yet one fought for the other and the other seems to have already forgotten that sacrifice.
Sacrifice.
He asks, " Did I ask you to do it for me?"
She replies," You didn't have to, I just knew that I had to do it for you".
" Well your instincts led you to that decision, and that had nothing to do with me", he shrugs looking back at his phone.
" Do you even care that I did it?", her voice merely a whisper.
" Of course I care!"
" But you don't show it!"
" How do you want me to show it? I gave you a day to call your own, everyone practically showers you with admiration and love on that day! What more do you want?", his chest falls and his grip tightens around the device.
" I want to know that I meant something to you. I don't want a day, I could care less about 24 hours of people singing and sharing stories about me for only a mere day, to only move on with their lives the next day as if I never existed", she sniffles watching as he turns back to his phone.
Watching as he likes a photo of a girl who dances in sync to the music playing or watching him like a tweet of a politician who retweeted Sindi Dlathu dancing to the song Freedom Is Coming, not really knowing the meaning behind it.
"I want you to learn from what I did, I want you to know that even though you didn't ask me to do it for you that I did it anyway. I want you to do the same for someone else because that is what I fought for, what we fought for and stood for...it was all for you and it didn't happen all in just one day...it took time", those were her final words before she walked away from the male.
He turned his head away from the phone and looked to where she once sat. He had already forgotten half of their conversation or how it even started but all he knew was that she was upset about something.
The sound of a ping calls him from his phone and he smiles at the meme his friend sent him. Time passes and he sits there, not aware of his surroundings changing and it was not long before she returned on that same day and smiled looking down on him.
"Right where I left you", she whispers.
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