The room I lived in, was painted blue from inside. The mirror in the bathroom was broken. And I had three novels in my bookshelf , 'The longest night to come' , 'All the starts fell apart' and 'The room painted black'.
I would read each of them, though never was able to finish. However, somehow, I knew how they were going to end.





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#YQbaba Everyday when I woke up, I remembered that Amanda was gone. And it always seemed that a time has passed since then. A long time maybe, since yesterday. I never forgot to dial to her regardless of the fact that it was always switched off. The room I lived in, was painted blue from inside. The mirror in the bathroom was broken. And I had three novels in my bookshelf , 'The longest night to come' , 'All the starts fell apart' and 'The room painted black'. I would read each of them, though never was able to finish. However, somehow, I knew how were they going to end. Days were often the same, and nights too. I spent them sleeping or playing video games and often holding my phone next to my ear trying to call her. I hated lights, all kind of them. When I would wake up every time, I hoped it's night so that I could walk myself to grocery store without being disturbed. A night, after the switch off tone on her phone, I spoke. I closed my eyes and spoke, "I miss you, so much." And then it was her voice. "Me too." And I was not amazed, I knew she would have missed me. "Where had you gone?" I asked. "Somewhere, You can't be here." "I want to, I want it so bad." I said. "There is no way to be here." She said. "There certainly is, beyond the cliff there it lies." "Have all the stars fallen apart?" She asked after a while. "No, Maybe all of them broke." "Save yourself." She said. And then the voice got lost after I heard a knock at my door. Who could be here at this hour, I thought. I slide the curtains off the front window. It was day, the light was there and it almost made me blind. Yet I could see Ian martin at my door. I half opened the door with the chain still intact, and looked through. Ian was there. He looked changed, like he grew up twice in size since last saturday when I had seen him in the bar. He had gotten a different haircut as well with nicely grown pyramid mustache. "What do you want?" I said. He thought for a while and said "I want to save you." (To be continued.)

17 JUN AT 14:56