The past is my prison

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One cold night a girl is dragged by nurses to a room in the ward she doesn't utter a word but her eyes speak volumes.

A man in his late 20's walks around his office in a grey charcoal suit he shouts out orders but his eyes seem somewhat disturbed.

His secretary comes in and in haste knocks down a picture accidentally the man's eyes fill with tears as he  looks down at the last memory of Layla he bends down to gather the glass shards with no worry of his bloody fingers loudly he shouts at Assam to get out Assam turns to walk away praying to god that his boss will find his love in due time. Prem hides his face in his hands as he weeps tears for his loss.

Suddenly his laptop pings. Wiping his hands from his blood while shifting the glass into the bin he puts the picture back in place. His face drops as he reads the email aloud; she's alive Prem she's in Westbury Mental Home.

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