Interlude

Epilog

Well, this is must be the end for " Interlude "
Because I have seen that my entries for the past few months and years are more to my way to express my feelings in a white sheet instead of helping those in needs like the ones I have told you guys in the " Prolog " which is the first entries for " Interlude ".

I'm sorry if that I cannot write like the one that I promise you guys. I just so attached to my writings till that I forgot which genre is it.
So I will put my work into done here. And I will try to continue my works with a story-based writings which I already have a very few ideas about the workout.

I will put this last entry with one last expression.

" Losing someone is kinda frustrating and sad. I knew. I felt. It's become really sad when you saw with your own eyes. And you can't do anything about it. You'll become so weak and weaker watching someone else cry. That moment when you become so useless. That exact moment. I still remember it. The chills in the air. The sound of the defibrillator that the doctor use to revive him. The sound of the cry. That sad moments. It just so heartbreaking. And so, I become very fragile , day by day. Upon hearing someone else is gone or just by watching them cry can also make me cry. Even if they are not even related to me. I tried delete all of it but those moments, it cannot be deleted. It haunted me. It taunt me. And right now, I heard that my friends are fighting against it just like me before. They suffer a great lost and it kicking back at me. Maybe I'm just not ready to face this kind of things, and maybe that's why, I was so afraid. "

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