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December 20, 2002
3:00 AM. still awake. still staring at the ceiling. his room is pitch black except for the streetlight, which has partially illuminated the calendar hanging on the wall. he can see the date circled in red. it’s haunting him. it was weeks away and now it’s nearly upon him. quickly, he closes his eyes, but the beautiful images of her flash on his eyelids all the same.

he loved her and never told her.

and now the date is coming. with every gasping breath he could feel his heart crumbling further. Irretrievable pieces, lost within his being. floating, cracking evermore.