Chapter-45

You cannot always meet the horizon of your dreams with your eyes.

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Being paranoid is something in a situation but what about feeling nothing? What about closing your eyes and the little mind of yours stopped working? And there is nothing!

That's what I'm here at nothing!

I didn't know and I didn't even realize it when I fell on my knees in the mud that was sinking me in its power.

I was shaking; my heart was throbbing against my chest, and all those blurry memories of him kept coming back to me.

I wanted to stop them from coming back at me but it didn't stop, It fucking didn't! Now all I have of him was his memories, his blurry memories.