A tarnished soul. A perfection. And the return of chaos from his scarred past.
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Sarah Smith, a young college-going girl, was finally going to graduate from her complicated college life. But how could she when she gets...
"Excuse me, you're Taylor, right?" I asked the short brunette girl I've seen 2 months ago.
She seemed to be confused, "Uhm...yeah but sorry I didn't recognize you."
I pulled the hood a bit more over my head and said, "You were a friend of Sarah Smith?"
She raised and eyebrow, "Uhh, yeah?"
"I'm Dave, I was -" My lie was cut off by her.
"Oh yeah, Dave Robinson. Well you came to get her belongings?" She asked with a friendly smile.
"Yeah." I replied in positive.
"Okay. Sarah and I were roommates. I couldn't afford the whole apartment alone after... you know what. So I decided to shift with someone else." She explained while walking.
"So what about her belongings?" I asked fearing that she had already lost them or did something else to them.
"That was the problem. There were some important stuffs about her that I couldn't throw away, and also some unimportant stuffs which I could throw away. I tried calling you to come and get those but the line didn't ring at all." We stopped at the foot of the grayish building.
"Oh... well.... I actually... I don't use the number anymore." I lied hoping that she won't doubt me.
"Oh, I didn't know. Well, here we are." She said unlocking the door of her apartment.
The apartment wasn't such a large one. There were two bedrooms, a dining space, a kitchen and a washroom.
Taylor kept her bag in a bedroom, which I assumed to be her own room. I kept looking at the other one, knowing that it was hers.
"That's her room." Taylor pointed me to go in there.
I slowly opened the door.
The lights were off. But with the last drip of sunlight pouring into toom, everything seemed to be visible.
I turned on the light and looked around the white bedroom.
I slowly walked into the room where books were messily arranged on a reading table and the dressing table where a little bracelet was visible in the midst of some cosmetics.
I walked up to the dressing table and took the bracelet in my hand.
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(a little gift from me to Sarah😊)
Sarah.
The name made me quiver in pain.
I clutched on the bracelet struggling to stop the tear which was fighting its way out of my eye.
"Her father gifted her this when she was 5 years old." Taylor said with a bit of sadness in her voice.
