After paying the disdainful cashier the amount I owed him, I sauntered out of the store, hoping that I did not miss a step. I stood on the sidewalk and tried to get my bearings right. I had no clue where I was, and the pain made no effort to decrease any time soon. I plopped down onto the floor, keeping my back against a wall and hoping that the medicine works.
The pain did somewhat decrease, but not enough for me to find the strength to drag my body home. So, I sat there, watching weary people walk past me. At a distance, I found the source of my paranoia. At first, it was just a silhouette as the man was facing away from the lights on the street, but the form was familiar. There was no way in hell I could make a mistake in recognizing that body.
A flash of irritation overcame me, filling me with a strength I did not know I possessed. I pushed off the sidewalk, sneered at the shadowy figure and then tried to walk back home as fast as it was possible.
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