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\un known day -blankness-/

It was cold.

It was dark and blank.

Alone.

"I'm sorry."

It was a boys voice.

I don't know who.

It echoed through the walls.

The dark walls.

"I'm sorry. I didn't kiss her. She kissed me."

Everyday for days.

Maybe weeks.

Maybe months.

I've heard this boy.

Everyday.

He says the same thing.

"She was a girl I use to date, she was convinced if she kissed me. I'd like her again. I don't like her. She used me. Please. Tell me you can hear me. I do love you. Please. I'm sorry."