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The buzz from the streets below my window paralyzed me. I was consumed with thoughts and my eyes were dry. My hand mechanically lifted itself towards the window. My palm touched the cold surface of the glass and I pressed my hand harder against it. Random thoughts run through my head as the glass shatter, slowly as I press my other hand on the window. Is this how it’s like, to return the precious gift? Will my already numb body feel anything? The glass burst into thousands of pieces and I feel the cold wind smoothly against my skin. My eyes are shut and I take long deep breaths. My head and heart are pounding like crazy, I can feel the wind in my hair. Is my hair blowing in the wind or is the wind blowing my hair? The honking from cars get louder and they grow louder for each second. All of a sudden, people are screaming, and I open my eyes to see why they’re screaming at, before everything turns pitch black.

posted by Susu @ Sunday, October 29, 2006