Loneliness in the midst of festive time
It's the night of Chinese New Year Eve, the night of reunion dinner. I've ate little to nothing before enclosing myself back in my room where I welcomed the dark. I've lost count of how long I've been staring into the dark as silent tears fall without my consent. Soon laughters of the outside seeps through the opening of the doors. I've come to dread the festive times as it brought on more loneliness than usual. I sat at the edge of the window wondering, why doesn't the idea of falling from 12 story high scare me? Barely a slip of my head or nervousness, like I wouldn't mind. Then the thought of how long followed. How long would it take for someone to realised I've jumped, how long would it take for someone to come knocking on the the doors and for the entire night to turn unexpectedly, how long would it take before I can finally draw my final breath with relief that all has ended.
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