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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

The days after Enzo's mum demise went by slowly. Seconds lasting longer like minutes. Time dragged itself like it was reminding them.of what they were missing.

As they all sat at the back of Enzo's porch staring at the stars remembering the time they spent with Enzo's mum.

"Sundays were the best days when I grew up because I knew that she would bake us cookies while teaching us in which we always made a mess in the kitchen when we were done. She would clean us up and take us all to the park for a walk with spooky your dog",said Parker looking at Enzo chuckling.

42.Memories