After a terrible night of so many thoughts, I struggled to get back to bed. This wasn't as beautiful as I thought and on top of everything, there were those minutes when the clock remained few centimeters before eight; the eternal fear, slowly trudging to the peak of twelve and finally fading off into a disappearing pain.
Though every passing moment, I hoped he wouldn't arrive unlike when all I waited for was for that. But tonight had been different. In so many ways, I had to think. Getting the brain to do the job was never in my plan but it seemed pigs were flying because I was thinking harder than ever. Hearing so many alibis at one go, seeing many truths which were concealed, I was no longer the girl I used to be.
A fortnight was going to get over by tomorrow, beginning the third day
