She scanned her notes, looking for the page he wrote before. She sighed in disbelief. How could she forgot she already tore it apart?
She has been bitter for these past years. She kept on reminding herself to stop. But how many times have she told herself she's tired?
She went to the kitchen to grab something to drink, got that glass of water and sobbed. How many times have she escaped the reality?
She wiped her tears, smiled and wondered why. Why does it has to be her of all people? Yeah, how could she bear this kind of life?
She opened her drawer and took his last picture. She regretted everything she said and done. Tears fell all over again, but she managed to get that lighter. Yes, she must move on.
He must be forgotten, she must be forgiven.
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