The dream.

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I sat beside him and let my head rest on his shoulder. I felt comfortable around him.

"Tired?" He asked me with his calming voice.
I just noded and felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Why?.." I started talking with my tired voice "why did you leave us..? You know we need you right now.. everything is going down..and now you leave us too?.."

I felt a warm hand petting my head.
"Don't cry kid. There is nothing to cry about. Everyone needs to leave eventually..and now it's my turn to leave"

He stood up and looked down on me.
"Wake up kid. You have to get out of the bus"

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked and looked up to him confused, but he just disappeared.




"Hey! Wake up!"
"Huh…?"
I opened my eyes, I was in the Bus.
So all of this..was a dream?

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