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A cold breeze passed through my window and fluttered the pages of my old literature book. The night was voiceless and calm but the thunders were loud. I could see the dark clouds forming the gloomy night and moon disappearing and I was still on my couch reading Maya Angelou’s poems. Daniel Caesar’s Japanese Denim was on the list but I could barely hear any of it. After a while, it started to downpour as if it is going to disrupt the whole city. The weather was restless but that night I was at sedate mode.

It had never happened before, my penurious heart was seeking tranquility and my solitary was trying to break through but my head could not erase the memory of that incident. I was still blaming myself for it and thinking maybe I could have stopped it from happening….

TO BE CONTINUED…