It was the last night I could hang with him till he committed himself 2 years to legal government torture.
A simple pint of beer at Holland V to unwind followed by cake @ Coffee Bean to satisfy my insatiable craving.
Walking back (to his house) before getting scared silly by all his supernatural stories and hopping onto a cab instead.
God knows how many times I cried thinking of the days I had to spend without him. Even when I was lying on his bed beside him I had to weep my 'final' tears. How loser-ish.
On the fateful day, I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye neither did I get a goodbye kiss nor a final photo of him with his mane before it would be shaven clean.
Without him, I took the wrong bus to school 'cuz he's always sending me. Ultra pathetic.
Filling my time with SRC, dance auditions and studies.
Getting home at 12am after supper with Projects department one night and downing an entire bottle of wine straight with V on another.
Just learning how to be independent and actually make up for lost time with my closest friends.
Those who don't matter don't deserve my time for all their childish stories about me. Afterall, they are nothing in my life but merely a passing gust of wind.
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