The world was functioning just as normal behind him. The buses, arriving right on time at regular intervals. The chatterings as people waited for the bus. The delicious whiff of bread smell from the bakery.
But he was not functioning at all. He stare at his phone. At the message in front of him.
His best penpal, witheringpictures63819164, doesn't exist anymore. She died a month ago.
With jaws clenched tight, the tears start rolling down his face, much to the astonishment of the strangers around him.
witheringpictures63819164 was a stranger as well. Someone he never saw personally, living at the other side of the planet
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Krótkie OpowiadaniaIrritation scratched at my ego as I notice your distant eyes staring at the wooden table, tracing the wood grain as you stirred your Ice Lemon Tea with your straw idly. "Did you just hear what I said?" I grumbled, my anger raising the tone of my voi...
