«four: meet»

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I saw him again, he smiled at me, but it was weak, it wasn't him.

He said he was glad to see me, that he was happy I'm okay and smiling, little did he know.

When I saw him I started to doubt about drinking these pills, I've always carried them around though, they're perfectly sealed.

I was seated at a cafe looking around, the pills right in front of me, My mind debating.

"What are these?" He said holding it up, I looked at him with dull eyes.

"It's pills." I answered with a sigh at the end.

"What kind of pills?" He pushed on, watching the pills like a hawk.

"Pills to forget." His eyes widened, slowly realizing.

"Why would you want to forget?" His own eyebrows were knotted, signaling that he was yet confused.

"Because I want to."

"Why?"

I looked at him straight in the eyes. "So I can be happy again."

"You'll forget everything from the beginning, You will forget about." He paused for a minute, biting his lip. "Us."

"But I want to forget."

"You'll risk it?"

I nod, not knowing if that's my answer, but I did.

Impossible.

That's the only word I can say, this is too impossible, to horrid.

And now I've made my decision.

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*shocked emoji*

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