025. Falling Apart

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Any kind of ship
will sink and fall apart—just
like the two of us.

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❝GROUP YOURSELVES INTO two,❞ the speaker shouted to the whole class. I observed everyone in the room in silence. They were busy finding their pair, yet no one came to mine.

The speaker shouted again, ❝Students without any pair may exit the room.❞

I smiled upon finding my way out of the classroom after playing the last round of the game they called, The Boat is Sinking. ❝You still played very well,❞ I whispered to myself and finally walked away.

Being left out is not new to me, to be honest. I am not used to it either, but I am so used to ignoring the pain until it no longer hurts and until my eyes can no longer tell how hurt I am inside. Maybe I am just the joker of a deck of cards, where they only find me essential when the others are already gone.

However, when will be my time to shine?

Will everything be just a dream?

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