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What's done, it's done.White Rabbit
Remember​ my​ own​ dream​






  • Not​ all​ the​ memories were​ captured by​ the​ camera.
    SD card wasn't​ the​ only​ storage.
    Eyes​ and​ heart do​ too.






                             I​ go​ back​ to​ the​ place I miss the​ most.​ Everything is​ still the​ same.​ The​ road, the​traffic​ lights, the​ people.​ The​ only​ different is​ that​ this​ time​ I've got​ a​ thievish roomate.​ But​ that's​ al​right,​ I​ don't have anything valueable anyway.​


                             Probably a​ few days after landing, I​ go​ home​ as​ usual.​ Among crowded people​ walking on​ the​ street, rushing to​ go​ to​ work, busy with​ their business.​ It's​ like​ the​ movie​ that​ suddenly everything​ slowing down, every​ people​ in​ front of​ me​ become a​ blur movement motion.​ The​ only​ focus is​ you.​ Six​ grids out of​ nine belong​ to​ the​ person in​ front​ of​ me.​ Even​​ when everything​ slowing​ down, my​ pulse beat faster.​ I​t feels​ so​ real.​ The​ picture​ of​ you​ standing​ in​ front​ of​ my​ home​ is​ so​ real.​




                             Then​ we​ talk.​ I​ can't​ remember the​ whole conversation,​ but​ there​ is​ one​ thing​ I​ cannot forget.​ You​ ask me​ the​ most​ scariest question.​ The​ question​ you​ only​ ask because you​ already knew the​ answer.​ In​ fear I​ took a​ step back.​ In​tetrupt the​ question​ before it's​ done.​ I​ am​ a​ coward.​ I​ dare to​ feel​ but​ I​ don't​ have​ a​ courage to​ listen​ to​ the​ truth.​ I​ can't​ even​ look at​ you​ any longer.​ I​ am​ scared.​


                             Before​ everything​ happen,​ I​ was just​ a​ girl who​ ran 2​ minutes late for​ the​meeting.​ As​ soon as​ the​ bus stop, I​ ran across the​ street​ in​ high heels.​ Took​ a​ walk passing through a​ corner shop​ that​ I​ wouldn't have​ a​ chance to​ buy anything​ again.​ Too​ sad, I​ knew​ ​I​would missed the​ old lady who​ worked there,​ she was​ so​ nice.​ The​ last​ stop​ was​ the​ cafe I​ visit almost every​ single day.​ The​ final destination.​ Ordered my​ favorite​ drink.​ It​ was​ almost​ the​ same.​ Something​ went missing.​ But​ I​ couldn't care less.​ Because​ I​ was​ looking​ right​ at​ it.





    Then​ I​ woke up​ and​ realised
    Everything​ was​ a​ dream

    The dream I intend to remember.



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