~ T H I R T Y - F I V E ~
∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽ Beat, beat, drop, drop. I can hear my own heart beating. Beat, beat, drop, drop. If I can hear them, then I'm still alive. Beat, beat, drop, drop. As my heart palpitates, I'm now hearing footsteps on the ground. Suddenly, the door opens. A man comes inside. He sits on the chair beside me; holds my hand and brushes my knuckles with his thumb. "How are you?" He asks in a low, soft voice. I do not answer him back. I'm just here, staring blankly at him. I hear him sighs, looking at me with those silver-gray ice orbs. "How long will you going to ignore me?" Ignoring who? "I'm with you right now, but you're not talking to me." I don't need it. It's pointless. "I miss you, Miracle. Please come back." He's still talking and I'm just listen
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