PATIENCE OF HYRIA

I am living in a studio-type apartment so I can see everything I have.

In normal circumstances, I usually saw everything too much that it overwhelmed me.

But now…

I saw nothing, too much that I fail to recognize my room…

Is this what you call a nightmare after a nightmare?

Or did someone rob me?

I scan the room again just to be sure I wasn’t mistaken, but my eyes failed me.

I saw nothing but the man sitting on the floor like a prince that even I can fall.

But I am irritated right now to appreciate his very existence.

I don’t know where I would start.

Do I have to start about me crying on his shoulder or me being a sacrifice or my things that got lost?

I guess I have to start at…

“Where are my things?”

“What things?”

“My thing’s, the table there, my plates should be there and my… my used clothes that you might see everywhere.”

I can see how shocked he was, but can you just answer me.

“I put it outside because they are uncomfortable in the eye. It also stops me from moving freely. Why d
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