All he could think of was the word,
"ばか。"
Stupid, for short.
To himself, and her.
But he'd like to say sorry to her...
Probably the last time he'll ever do so.
He laid on his bedside, with pouring emotions and memories.
Of her.
She did not say anything for 2 days...
And he is losing hope.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
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