7. Blue

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"The beauty of travelling is not only the destination but the journey itself "
~ DT.



I'm scrubbing the blue clay mask on my skin. The paste is cool to the touch. Looking at my skin, I wish the scars and blackheads will be gone in just a wash away. I've been really stressed out lately. The reason I'm wearing a mask now is because I was blindly picking at my pimple while worrying at my final draft. Suddenly, I could smell something metallic and absent-mindedly looked at my finger. I was shocked to see blood. Tissue grabbed and dabbed at my chin, the blood smeared like contemporary art against the white canvas-like tissue.

The laughter from the TV reminds me of my social life and strange as it seems, it made me miss companionship, like genuine social friendliness. I guess I miss my friends.

After dabbing the last bit of the mask, I move towards the small space of the bed of the hotel room and land on the bouncy mattress. I stare at the ceiling fan and slowly trace the blade of the fan that is moving clockwise. I try tracing anti-clockwise and failed. It frustrates me a little because it reminds me of the mistakes I've done which I cannot undo which brings me to the very next thing that pops up in my mind: forgiveness.

I have so many people that I need to ask forgiveness to. For instance, him.

It's 10 to 5 so I go over to my laptop and I'm smiling. My mouse hovers over my email. I'm finally letting go. 

It's okay, just let it be. 

And I click 'send'.

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