Chapter 3

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I did not really know what to say, I only knew what coffee smelled like, since the clinic I had gone to was only a few steps away from a café, but I could never buy any.
"What does coffee taste like?" He laughed brightly at me.
"You can find out tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's my birthday, my sixteenth, to be exact," I mumbled, pointedly.
"Great! That makes it more enjoyable! Meet me at the small coffee shop beside the clinic that you first went too. Does three in the afternoon sound good?"
I looked him up and down, searching for any potential lies in his features. I found none.
"Okay," I drawled cautiously.

I stepped out of the closet being very wary of people passing by. I briskly walked down the the long hallways and corridors and out the main doors, this time no one stopped me, which was a relief.

I did not have a car, so I walked. I always walked, so this was nothing. It was about an hour's walk from the hospital. I didn't mind though, it's a beautiful route between places, a perfect time to relax.

The town was ripe with parks and towering trees. It was the end of summer, leaves were turning red and falling from the trees. The trees branches were wound together in the most intricate and elegant way. The roads were freshly paved so they were easy on the feet, such that my feet did not get sore at all.

By the time I got to the bridge I call home, the sun was laying down to sleep as well, quickly slipping down past the horizon. I crawled under the bridge, found a comfy position and fell asleep.

As my eyes closed, I started to doze off. My dream began again, but more clear this time. The waves became louder and a more blue. The sun-kissed sand was almost burning my feet. The sea shells were sharp and tattered but beautiful.

My long brown hair was whipping gently in the breeze and I felt free. But everything ends, and it ended the way it always does. I took a deep breath and went under. And in what seemed like no time at all, I was awake.

The birds were singing their songs of optimism and the sun shining, it was a promising, beautiful morning, but today would be a day I would never, ever forget.

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