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As I sat on the sofa, I leaned against an invisible shoulder.  I walked quickly right toward him. He also came toward me, so quickly that we almost hit each other's heads. We both laughed. The obstacle was that I couldn’t see what was holding me back today. 'I shouldn’t have run toward you. If I had been a little faster, we could have ended up hitting each other,' he said. I didn’t say anything. I thought the funnier this meeting began, the better it would be. Yet, typical him, he just a mind-reader. I only smiled and replied, "Let's just go walk, now." yet I remained frozen in space and time, just me and emptiness. We're walking to the city park and just went around, nothing really far but our steps actually might count like a mile. Restless just with him. I simply sat in silence, lost in my thoughts. It's nothing like there's no other place we can be. It's just I found my complete and I don't need to find anywhere else. "If only our ...
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

#nowplaying Nature Boy - David Bowie

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#1 time @morgue :sob: (+)H.Cath :'((

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July awaits out of the morgue room July's face was pale. Her face was wet with her own tears. She was sitting on the waiting chair, in front of the morgue room of St. Angel Hospital. Her whole body was shaking. Her eyes seemed seeing a lot of things when she's even alone that time. It's a cold and silence. Her body was wrapping by the lime-green blanket. She kept cry, but she's pretty. Someone came out from the morgue room. A slide door whispered. Suddenly, July had a move with her face and looked who's coming. A man with a formal suit. His face also looked pale. More pale than July's. He walked out from the room, passed where July sit. He kept walk and July more cried out loud. And July's cry made him stop to walk. "It was you...." He whispered. "It was you, July. Who was with her at the last time, right?" "It's not me." July kept crying. "I was with Lincoln at the living room and then I asked him to wait.....

New Page

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I'm glad to open a new page. I don't think it's a wrong thing to make a fresh start several times. It could be things that people always afraid of. I wish I can say I'm not afraid. But, I'm afraid, too. It's not easy to put things you've been lived left behind. Not even today. But, I can live without them, too. It's a new start AGAIN!