RAYA
I swiped away the third notification I had gotten for the third time in thirty minutes. It was another message from my mother reminding me to get what they needed before noon. I read the message blankly. I still had not mustered the strength to move my legs.
I had cried myself to sleep last night. A part of me hoped I would go to bed and awaken, realising it had all just been a dream. But it was still fresh in my mind. Yesterday continued to replay in my head like a looped film. The tears on my face had dried, leaving streak marks. But my chest still hurt. It continued to burn, just as intense as yesterday. I wondered if it would ever stop…
My eyes found their way to the wall clock and I saw that it was 10 PM. I had two hours left to get the money to my parents. I don't know what
