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NINETEEN SEVENTY-NINE
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Day 4, Trigger warning
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Today was such a gloomy mess.
The clouds were grey, and it had been raining nonstop since the early morning. The existence of the sun seemed to be in the midst of darkness.
Everything was bleak and just seemed so sad, so unfulfilling. Everything just seemed hopeless.
Abhaya was staring out of her window with a look of emptiness.
Today was the day Abhaya was supposed to leave little ole' Indiana, but here she was in her room with non of her things packed.
Abhaya didn't know what the hell she was going to do with her life now. Maybe get a job at the local grocery store and waste away. All the passion, the drive she once had, was suddenly gone. She didn't want to paint anymore; she didn't want to design clothes anymore. Abhaya didn't want to create anymore. All she wanted to do was be sad.
Michael had been crossing her mind a lot for the past three hours. She knew he would be leaving in less than four. She cried at the thought of him mleaving her in Indiana all alone.
