"I'd love to stay but my life just doesn't permit me to at the moment, " is what I told the love of my life as I ran out of her front door.
She doesn't know that my world has just imploded. Shit, it's probably effected her's too. I need to fix this, but there is one problem; I don't exactly know how.
"I'm fucked. I'm fucked," I repeat as I run down the street.
I've finally lost it. I see my apartment complex clearly as I race down the street.
"Myra! Are you home?" I call for my flat mate. The neighbors probably think I'm insane.
"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen. Why?" She replies. She's been baking a lot recently.
"I need you to drop everything you're doing."
"Why the hell would I do that? Lyra, you're being insane," she retorted and went back to her work of art.
"Listen, I dont know the exact reason, but I know something is wrong. I've lost my mind along with... something... something important. Trust me." I plead for her to pause the decoration of her cookies.
"What's in it for me?"
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