“Hello?”, his sleepy voice, I can't believe I adore it till the very end.
“Vic?”, no Grace, handle it. Don't sob.
No answer.
“Vic. Explain, please. Why do you do this to me? Was it my fault? ”, fuck, I burst it out loud. Everyone's looking at me, crying, and can barely stand on my feet.
Is that a sob? Why is he even sobbing? Even after all these things, I'm the one who is damaged the most?
“ANSWER ME!”, I yelled hysterically. ‘No no don't look at her’, passengers started to judge. Why my anxiety things doesn't kick in? So that I can show off my hysterical episode in public? Man, God bless my life.
“I'm sorry Grace. I'm sorry.”, his voice seemed to be trembling.
“Oh. So that's it? That's all you have to explain?”, in my ‘wtf I need more explanation’ tone.
“Bye, Grace. I love you.”, bleeeeeeep.
My phone slipped from my grip. I'm too weak to stand. It feels like I've lost all of my energy to keep moving on.
“No. It's a dream... It's a dream...”, I whispered to myself. Even though I know it's not.
“Bebs? Bebs?”, oh it's Far. She just came out of the public toilet I guess.
“I want my life back”,
I mumbled.
Helplessly.
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عشوائيHave you ever look at someone and wonder, how's your life can be without them? Will it be more sorrowful? Disastrous? More delighted? Boring? More manageable? Chaotic? Or it, will just the same? Well, darling, You will never know until the day comes...
