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I stand by the crosswalk everyday; waiting for her. I search for her face among the crowd everyday. But she's not there anymore.
They said the procedure would be simple. Just a few alterations here and there; nothing major. They lied.
I lifted the thin translucent material. So thin between my fingers and yet try as I might I could not manage to even make a scratch on the damn thing.
The old man had been lethargic as of late. Despite the frequent visits from "concerned" family, he seemed to have given up. I can't say i blame him. When the only things you have to look forward to every day are conversations consisting primarily of poorly disguised prying questions about your will, you tend to increase how cynical outlook on life is. That being said, I never expected what he did.
Not a single one of them looked up at me. They hung their heads avoiding my pleading gaze. None of them spoke out on my behalf. None moved to stop what was happening. They stared at the liquor slick floor and let me take the blame.
There was an overt hostility present in the room and she was intent on leaving as soon as the doors opened.
there was nothing welcoming about the place. the house looked dilapidated. grayed paint chipping, wood cracking, windows broken, yellowed curtains, facade crooked. the thing was falling to pieces. yet i found myself standing at the door; placing a shaking hand on the cold tarnished knob.
I've never been interested in the fast pace of a city or the glamour of high fashion. I've been too busy being enraptured by the babbling brooks and the wonder of changing leaves.
Security is being wrapped in their arms on a dark stormy night. security is being 3000 feet up and free fall while not having a worry in the world.
Stay active. That's what they always say. They never say what to stay active in though.
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