Mum called.
"Merry Christmas, honey," she said. "I'm so sorry I can't be there."
There was the sound of bells ringing.
"Sorry honey, I have to go. I love you!"
The line went dead.
"Merry Christmas, mummy. I love you too."
Across the street, I could hear the sounds of children laughing. There were families screaming "Merry Christmas!" at the top of their lungs.
Outside the door, I could hear people running along the corridor. Patients groaning in pain. Loved ones screaming at the top of their lungs.
That Christmas, I sat in silence.
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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
