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There is not much to say when all is done and gone. You can say that you'll try to move on from the past . One - to comfort others . Two- to comfort yourself. For me, it can only be the latter as my world is now empty ,in a time where we are all crowded by others. Even so, they are all strangers here to only make you lonlier than you thought initially.

For too long, I have thought too deeply and over thought about meaningless things . Let go.let go. Move.

Two hours... for two hours I have stood from above looking down at the passing crowds ,bright lights ,large adverts repeating over time, numerous cars rapidly moving by and the darkening sky painting the cityscape in grey hues. The minutes flew by as the red skies dyed into black so dark they threaten to engulf the few stars lingering to take a glance at the captive planet below.

I sighed and finally decided to face my reality; I turned around to witness my beautiful mess of fluttering paper sheets , broken furniture and shattered glass - somewhat dazzling,artistic and weirdly romantic in their own way. I was going to take a photo - for reasons I knew not of myself- as a reminder and a warning perhaps ,only to remember that it was broken and smashed now forgotten in the midst of the rubble.

Never mind,  I have calmed down enough within these 3 hours to have my rationality return a bit . I went upstairs to our- no my bedroom ( soon I'd get rid off it) to take out my backup phone and work phone. Make a phone call.  Continue on. Move to a better place. Try something new.

Forcing myself to repeat optimistic sentences , I packed up the bare minimum decisively abandoning everything else. Reduce the mental restraints by obliterating the physical ones however, my arms still throb and so does my heart despite my purposeful chilling with the cold night wind .

The long finger marks on my wrists turned from a faint red to dark purple within these few hours. My bruises always take a while after impact to form- the evidence of abuse is somewhat invisible until after a long while only to bloom in sadistically magnificent blues and purples and then they wilt to black and brown.

Brrr***brr***
Ding! Ding! Ding!

My monologue broke as the phones began to act up. Funny how events always happen at the same time, creating a domino of negative events like a chain reaction,I muse to myself.

Straightforwardly, I just took my suitcase outside ,shutting the door before answering the phone.

" Sir , I have booked your flight for 2am. The car I have sent is downstairs waiting for you."

" okay "