Strangers
“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?” “It’s a normal apartment. One bedroom, quite spacious unlike how it looked like in the ads. It’s refreshing and everything here feels neat and fine.” I explain these things over the phone to my workmate, Stella, who had been asking me about the new apartment since the day I bought the place. “I feel like I’m having a new start again. It’s helpful that I’m getting things work on my own, you know?” “I totally feel you. But aren’t you a bit lonely now living all by yourself?” Stella asks in concern. I know where she’s coming from. She was there when I broke down after leaving that bastard. And even after a few weeks, after a series of chocolate and beer episodes, that bastard still gets to crush my soul just by recalling how he had shattered me not long ago. “I do
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