I was lying propped up against my pillow. Despite the fact that it was already late mid-night, I could not seal my eyes closed for more than five minutes. Maybe the coffee , I convinced myself. I slipped out of the blanket and took a few steps towards the window. In its delicious slumber, the entire neighborhood was shrouded with darkness, and there was no trace of life. No movement. No sound. Nothing . And there was something about tonight—some kind of invisible force—that was weighing me down with a bone-crushing weight. I felt like there was a void in me, so hollow and empty that it would never be filled. Not after when she’s already gone. Forever. I scanned my dimly-lit bedroom, bathed in orange light from the dangling ceiling lamp, and my eyes dropped upon the red carton box on the shelf opposite my bed. My Memory Box . Out of nowhere, waves of nostalgia came rushing back, rolling over me, so much so that I surrendered to the overwhelming upsurge of desire to open up the box. I t...
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To Pheaktra: Yeah! FUn! :-D
To PM: hahaha...where would you be? The car was packed full of us...Dun think you could squeeze in given that size of yours!!!lolz...