CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
I never knew how it would be this rapid, and I had to pack up my stuff again. A wave of loneliness embraced me as I zipped my suitcase. I was never good with departures even when I was the one who has to leave. But I remember the day we were cruising back to Cossun before the accident, knowingly I have to part ways with Adam. It seems as though there was nothing for me to look forward to. Nothing else. Perhaps that’s what happens when you’re too deprived of anything that makes you happy. I’m not sure if I’m ready for this. It seems like there are too many drastic changes for the past few months and I’m not sure if I have mentally recovered from it. I didn’t expect that I would be given two weeks to pack up before the flight and it’s crazy how it involves moving overseas with too little tim
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