He paid the bill and started walking down the streets. The shops started shutting down, and only a few sitting in the bars with a glass of unwanted alcohol and sadness. Some are happy though.
He walked. He didn't look or care if any vehicles are coming, and he crossed the road. The path was black, only a distant street light flickering yellow shine. The moon was full though, but it was covered with those clouds. Someone perhaps called him, but he didnt listen. He didn't turn back.
He walked up to his apartment, the watchman was stretching his eyes with all his might and made the largest possible yawn to accumulate all oxygen from his surroundings. He opened the door, and switched on the lights. The room was, as usual, dirty. No one cleans it, and he least bothers about it.
He washed his face, plucked out the minute piece of chicken that was resting and irritating in between his molars. He washed his face and looked into the mirror. His face looks dull, not as bright as before, and his eyes, lifeless.
He keeps his broken screen cell beside him, sits down the bed, stretches his legs and starts reading his books.
The display flashes up, and he looks at the notification. He keeps the 'Night Circus' beside him and opens the phone.
The text said a sorry. His frowned brows straightened. He sighs and keeps the phone aside. He takes the book, opens it randomly, and starts to read. The display keeps flickering. But he didn't care to pick the phone again and repeat again. He kept reading. The clouds cleared and the diamond shines touched the earth.
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Cerita PendekIt revolves around short excerpts from a life of a young boy in his twenties, who's suffering from pain in his heart, which is due to the circumstances that happen in his life, but the outer world is unaware of it. I do not intend to explore the bac...
