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After doing my last confessional I get up and walk out. I walk past every single person looking at me sympathetically with my head held high. I ignore all the murmurs leaving peoples lips as I make my way over to my car.
I drove in silence because I wanted to breathe. I wanted to feel something. I wanted to feel alive, I don't want to be a robot. I don't want to hide how I'm feeling. I need to express myself.
I thought of heading to the studio but I knew that I wouldn't be alone. So I drove to the only place that I could think of. The only place where I could express myself and not feel judged, the only connection that I have to my girl.
I try to smile as soon as I walk in but that fails. I close the door behind me and follow behind the broken girl in the wheelchair. We make it into her room and I take a seat on her bed. We stay in silence and I don't know anything.
I don't know how to feel, I don't know how to talk. I don't know life.
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I scrunch my face up trying to conjure any kind of words or even letters but I get nothing.
I'm trying to be strong but it's not easy. I feel broken and I don't want anybody to see. I came here because Katerina is the only one who gets it. I came here so that it could still feel as if Tiana was here.
They're practically twins.
Katerina looks like what I imagined my Tiana to look like in the next few years. My beautiful baby girl and by coming here I suppose it's closure, my closure.
