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I'm not living,

I'm just existing
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Six months. Six months had past since the first gift and letter. Jonah couldn't take it. He wanted the next gift and letter already.

Jonah was stuck. He was stuck on a routine. Wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, work, come home, eat dinner, shower, do whatever, get drunk then sleep. That was his life. No more adventures, no more silly nights, no more heated nights, no more movie nights, and no more date nights.

Jonah was going through life everyday, the same way. Not changing a thing about his day. It was the same thing everyday.

Jonah often found himself drinking at night to forget the thought of Corbyn. But no matter how fast he drank, no matter how many shots he took, no amount of alcohol took the pain nor the thought of Corbyn away.

Jonah was falling into a deep hole. A hole that he was at the bottom of as water came pouring down and was slowly rising. It felt as Jonah was slowly drowning. And there was not a damn thing he could about it.

It scared him. It did. But he didn't speak his fears nor show them. He couldn't rely on anyone else anymore. He already did that with corbyn and look how it ended. Jonah refused to ask for help. Jonah was spiraling out of control yet he denied it. He refused to admit.

Why?

Because Jonah was breathing. He was going through life breathing. Taking one day at a time. That's what everyone wanted to do right. Breath? Jonah was breathing but

Not living.

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