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COMPLETED [Mature Content]

My life has no meaning.

I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look.

The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. 

I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids.

The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. 







THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM.

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Leanna

I carefully slid my brother's pictures in a cute stationery envelope. I was going to give it to Leanna tomorrow as an apology from the way I acted earlier in the cafeteria. I was a bitch even thought I knew it wasn't her fault that Zhander indeed up liking her.

It wasn't that hard to fall for her. Heck, I would even fall in love with her if I was a male.

I roamed my gaze at the plastered photos on the four corners of my darkroom. My darkroom was where I developed all my pictures of Zhander and my brother.

I didn't know when it began, my obsession with collecting photos of Zhander and my brother, that is. Maybe it was that time when I realized how a photo could capture time, how it could capture the past and present together with all its emotions, feelings, and memories.

[Finally] [It all Started . . .]