“Please come back.”
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-Georgia-
(Friday—5:23 a.m.)
After Ezekiel left without saying goodbye, Georgia had difficulty to sleep even if it only a day just passed. The mere thought that she was asleep when he left it makes her heart crumble, her mind throbs, and her eyes water. With that simple act alone, he made her forget what evening comfort was— she cannot find rest even on her very own bed.
I wonder when will he come back. Sitting by the kitchen counter, she felt the warmth of her cocoa through her palms as she held the mug carefully within her hands. Still dressed in her white hoodie and beige pants after experiencing the cold last night, she sat in silence as she thought about things over and over again. He must have a lot of things on his mind. I wonder if I really can’t hel
