[WARNING: EXTRA long chapter]
Is there such a thing as wishful thinking?
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(Sunday—2:04 a.m.)
Still wide awake, Ezekiel is sitting by the balcony, a mug of warm milk in his hands as he watched the night sky. If there is anything that could’ve helped him sleep, it would’ve been Georgia’s voice. But given the silence that is accompanying him, all his thoughts are flooding within him, making the chaos that no one could hear, only him—indeed, a sad way of describing a man beneath the moonless, yet filled with stars, kind of sky.
I wonder if she’s sound asleep. Thinking about his fiancee, ha smile made way on his face as he drank the milk that Marco gave him as a welcome present the first time he went into their house. “I want to call her so bad.” With his pure sense of missing her, h
