The aftermath of a storm will never be as bright as the sun that shines afterward.
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-Ezekiel-
(Wednesday—7:14 a.m.)
Light has long left the life of the man that is sitting on the bed, back on the headboard, and hand holding an empty bottle of beer—in such an early morning, he hasn’t gone to bed and only wasted his time thinking about everything and everyone, all while drowning himself in the bitterness of the liquor that keeps him away from going insane.
Seeing how miserable he looked, Dianna, who heard his cries at the very night where the truth as conveyed to him, shouldered the burden of watching over him. Gia won’t like it if I were to turn a blind eye at this, won’t she? Just like how she ended up as a silent guardian of the young Georgia, she repeated the history and becam
