The days passed extremely slowly. Time felt like something that was constantly slipping away when I had my vision. I could do so many things. Without it, the day felt like night. The night, well, it still felt like night. I woke up to darkness. I fell asleep to darkness.
I often found myself guessing time. Was it twelve yet? No, it was ten in the morning.
My mum came by the other day. She was surprised to hear that you were gone, and helped download some podcasts onto my phone. At least I had something to listen to now that you weren't there to tell me stories. I loved the ones about your high school.
I made a mental note to ask you about the girl who had a crush on you for two years. I wondered about how you looked. I made a mental note to ask you about that, too.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
