6.

"Don't cry alone next time," you had said, "call me, and cry with me, so that it would hurt less."

Those words had hit my heart, mind and soul like an arrow that didn't hurt, but felt like an awakening; awakening of new feelings, I didn't know how to describe.

All I knew is that I had loved those feelings.

"How can I call you?" I had asked, knowing that I would definitely take up your offer.

"Just. . . think of me. Sincerely, think of me, think of seeing me again, meeting me again, and then go out for a walk. I'll find you," you had said, shooting me a quick wink.

I had tilted my head at your answer, wondering how that would work. But before I could contemplate it more, or even enquire about it with you, you were gone.

Just like that, gone with the wind, like poof.

Not knowing what to think, or say, I set off, going back to my house, this time, not as sad and depressed as I usually was.

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