l's

as the worst and best day of my life. I got fired from my very go

fridge and poured myself a glass of water. The glass cup sli

, bright yellow sweat pants and a lemon green shoe. She looked like a

t the mental hospi

other dawn. Today I decided to do half my usual ti

k on the floor and walked towards my phone. I picked up my phone

ecided I was her boyfriend and gave me a ring which I rejected. But Cassie wasn't one to back down easily. She saved my name as 'LOVE J' on her phone an

kout. The buzz continued. I picked up my phone

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t that moment I remembered my mum's words "men don't cry". But, how could I restrain my tears when I had so much sorrow in my heart. It was exactly two

was all gone. I couldn't smell my mum any longer. My pain reemerged as if I just lost Patricia yesterday. As I rummaged through the box, I found a picture I took with my mum when I was only eigh

a diary. A diary which had my name on it. I flipped through the pages and it was empty

h birthda

moments in my life. One day when you are older, you'll understand. You deserve to be happy, son. You have to live life,

me. And the death of Patricia was a wound that was never going to heal. I sat on the floor,

trait into my suitcase and c

he apartment for the last time. Two of my suitcases conta

ry time I opened them up. I sig

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ne wouldn't s

y was lying right next to me and she was still asleep. The party was great, that I could recall but how we got here I wa

the buzzing of my phone. The noise awoke Daisy. And she l

nging through the night and it's so disturbi

in brother and I missed ten of his calls. It must have been urgent, Michael

? You've been calling thr

rtment as soon as possible. This is so creepy" Michael

ill you come along?" I asked as I walk

er sleep. She wouldn't have said that if she knew the famous Michael Klein wa

me," I said before walking into the bathroom to take m

ter I was done bathing. She said she did not want to regret it so she got ready and we left

and coconut trees. It had a huge statue of a mother breastfeeding his child in front and several summer hut

d suddenly I could see the terror in his eyes. She quickly tur

whispered to my ears; "A

I asked, peerin

take a look at Ryan and I suddenly felt stuck. Ryan enveloped me in a hug. The so-called Ryan was embraci

ever seen. And his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. His black shirt hugged his body and I could see his muscles protruding. He was so tall and

such a jerk, I found myself smiling whenever I looked at the sketch of

Someone else stood by him and he looked so familiar. Messy brown

as real. In front of me again, the idiot wh

ing my skin. He took a step back when I took a step close

ing super annoyed. "Do I have to m

fted my gaze to his face. His eyebrows were creased and he

from smiling. I was exci

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