As I was collapsed on the floor I got myself together. I wiped the tears from my cheeks, I flagged down a taxi.
When the cab dropped me off I entered my apartment but, there was something different. Everything that was gone from the apartment was now here.
I couldn't believe my eyes this was just unbelievable. I breathed heavily I was so excited. I would be able to sleep in my own bed & sleep peacefully, but... Tim wasn't there.
That was the downfall of this day, where was he? This whole situation made my migraine worse. I just couldn't coupe that Tim had left without even a goodbye.
This made me think, everything I had said & did to Tim had blown up in my face. When I first met him I was cruel & mean, but I didn't think that Tim would do something to me like this.
I didn't even want to take a shower these clothes were the clothes I fell in love in. The more I thought about him the more I felt more & more so betrayed.
I decided that I was going to go to bed, in my bed & sleep like no other because tomorrow there was a lot I had to solve and as of today I had a mission I needed to find the man I loved I needed to find... Tim.
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A Living Fancy
AkcjaMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.