Where are you now? That was the only thing flying around her mind since long weeks ago. Or was it just some few days? She wasn’t sure. She told him to leave, not to call her again. She called him bastard, she threw away his stupid wooden table. She wanted him to leave, and come back for her. She wanted him to feel sorry, and admit how stupid he was. But he didn’t call back. He didn’t knock and ask for his clothes. She was afraid. She was missing him. But still, she didn’t want to call. She was waiting for him.
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