That night, my love.
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I sat on the edge of the bed while looking at my ceiling. Earnestly, I am feeling myself. I don't know if I should hesitate because right now, I can't even feel the doubt within myself. My mind is bewildered but there is only one thing I know, that I am determined in whatever decision I make tonight.
I got up from sitting and looked at my cell phone that I had turned off earlier. I laughed madly. Who is in the sane mind that is going to check up on me? Everyone knows I'm fine and everything is copacetic.
"However, I have nothing to complain about..." I whispered in the middle of my sight.
I put down my cellphone on the bed and looked at the ceiling again. I stood straight even though I'm insubstantial.
"It's been a long run. I guess this isn't bad enough huh?" I said with a bittersweet smile.
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