Prologue

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The loud announcement that stated the train arrival to Suna made me snapped away from my thoughts and I came back to the reality. I stared down to a piece of paper that was in my hand, still doubting the decision that I already made right now.

I stood up from my seat, not forgetting to grab all of my things along with me. It would be a pain in the ass if I ever lost them, since it's all that I got now. I shoved my wallet back to my pants, not forgetting the old mp3 player that has been in my possession for so many years. Even though sometimes it would act up but I just can't get the new one as the replacement.

My gaze fell upon a couple not far from where I was standing, watching the man persuading his sulking girlfriend because he kept teasing her about something and not long after that, that beautiful woman finally drew in a big smile on her face as a sign that she forgive her boyfriend. They cuddled for a second, while waiting for the train to stop and I looked away, sighing.

I wish he would do the same.

"As if." I snorted, laughing at my own mind for thinking that in the first place.

But he would, if he still the same person as he used to be before that is.

I slapped my cheeks for a couple of times until people started to look at my way, wondering what the heck I am doing. I needed it anyway because after I decided to leave his place that day and take a train to come here, things already ended between us.

We can never go back to before, aren't we?

The door finally open and the announcer told us to be careful when stepping out from the train, never to forget our belonging behind. I made my way out to the gate, where a guard is waiting for the passengers to hand in their tickets back.

Every step that I made, it feels heavy and burdensome until I'm starting to doubt my decision all over again. I stopped walking, gasping for air; feeling like I'm going hyperventilate any moment from now.

The discomfort I feel in my chest is getting unbearable and I hate it because I can't do anything to make it go away. As a few minutes passed, I eventually drop to my knees, wheezing and sweating hard.

It wasn't long until someone yelled for help and I could feel that a man in uniform hurriedly  came to my rescue, as I was not able to look up because of the numbness that attacking me. I feel his warm hand on me while his other hand at my back, rubbing it.

"Are you alright?"

"I think he's having a panic attack."

I heard a woman shouted to the kind man who is helping me. You think? Gee I wonder what gives the idea?

"Sir, please try to calm down. Breathe normally. Does anyone have a paper bag? I need one please?" He said and at the same time ordered me to follow his instruction.

I shook my head for several times, almost choking on my own saliva and unable to mutter any simple sentences. I even start to sob as a pool of tears gathered at the corner of my eyes. I hate it when this occurs because it made me look so helpless and pathetic.

A middle aged woman stepped forward and kindly gave her already empty paper bag, I didn't bother to look at her face but I was so thankful that someone willing to help me while everyone else just stood there and stare before walking away.

"Here, breathe." The man next to me asked, while handing me a paper bag.

He holds it close to my mouth and I grabbed it like my life was depending on it. With so much difficulty, I began to breathe in and out; it was ragged at first but after a while, I found myself slowly calms down.

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