That night kept replaying in my mind. The conversations we had, the stories about your little sister, how your parents stayed madly in love twenty years into their marriage, your grandmother's habit of retouching her makeup after every bite she took, and your lips. I could still remember how your lips felt.
What did that peck mean? If only my mum was here. I had so many questions to ask her.
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Cerita PendekAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
