Apology
The sky was like a crying night. He was standing in front of the bonfire. He didn’t know what exactly to do. He was confused like hell. He looked at the fire, did it know about the upcoming, unpredicted disaster? He looked around. The trees were standing still, mocking him of his failure. He couldn’t stare at the mocking. He started running, running away from the fire, away from the trees. He saw chaos around. Some people, dressed like armies, were running in fear, indiscriminately. He was also like them, in fear, unknown fear. He suddenly collided with a guy, a guy like army. He couldn’t recognize the face. They both fell on the ground. The guy looked at him, with fear, with respect. He could see the fear in the eyes. No, not exactly a fear, a tensed possibility of abandonment. T
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