CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I haven’t seen myself smile this hard after a long time the moment I saw my article on their online site. I felt happy because finally, it seems like I’m making sense here. It was a Sunday morning and we didn’t have any class in the workshop, which is definitely something I was against because I had nothing to shut my unwavering thoughts about Adam. I know that even when I smiled, a part of me is still bleeding for him. It’s insane how most people think and measure the level of grievances through how much a person has cried, but the one who grieves that most is the one who barely cries. It’s the one who is slowly deteriorating, as if they’re dying, themselves. It was one thing they hated me for during my mother’s funeral. I was a mess before her funeral, but when she was getting buried, I
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