she stared at the papers on her tables,
at the books that were scattered in front of her,
she looked at her place absent-mindedly
and wondered, how is her place became so messed up.
She wondered if all these stuffs would mean anything to her at the end of the day,
she was fighting with her inner self who kept trying to bring her back to truth,
to the truth that she had been trying her best to steer clear and far away with,
the truth that she still missed his presence even for one moment.
As she was sitting at her place, trying to figure out the meanings behind her papers,
she overheard someone talking about him,
she listened,
and unknowingly, she let out a sigh.
Her heart breaks a little when she heard about him,
about how he is right now,
about how happy he is as though as she had never existed in his memories.
She looked up,
and stood up.
She cleared her table,
and walked away.
Away from the truth,
away from the news about him,
away from the knowledge about him,
just away.
She hated herself for feeling anything for him.
She hated herself for even missing such a person.
Jenny~
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