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Seconds turns to minutes, minutes turns to hours.. and hours turns to days.. days turns to weeks.. weeks turns to months.

She said she's going to be a little bit late.. but she never came. They never had the chance to see Sunday's Cafè and taste the coffee together.

It ended that way.. or that's what they thought.

Little did Gius knew, that night, there's an accident nearby. She was hit by a car. The girl was wearing a blue dress and was covered with blood, hands tightly gripping at her phone, showing an unsent message to someone.

Sorry, something came up.. I'm afraid I'm no--