Blurred

One minute you're swept off your feet by the ones you love .. the next you're swept off your feet by the person who hates you. The one who can't stand you, that one person you can't stand to look at in the eye because they've known what you have done.. who in which is an exact reflection of themselves. the only person that matches the description is the mirror itself. can you accept your fate from the past? You remember the memories .. the pain ... but all that starts to become a blur as you walk into a coffee cafe.

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living in Washington D.C as a young-aged writer, you must come up with a story within the meaning of happiness. But as you continue to write you run out of ideas.. specifically because you can't recall the time where you felt most happiness at. it's 12 noon and you've been working all night and morning, you want some coffee. As you walk into the coffee shop you're stunned by a beautiful someone who but anyone tends to see the trueness in you. maybe the happiness you haven't felt all along was included with your fate of despair.

This is my entry to the Panic contest from Amazon Prime.