I don't know for how long I slept. Maybe I didn't sleep at all, and just got lost in thoughts so deeply, that I lost track of time? Lost in my memories of her. Lost in pain.
Eventually, I realized I'm looking at the ceiling of my house. There was not much light coming inside, so I could barely see those few cracks up there, that's probably why it took me so much time.
I got out of the bed, thinking what to do now. My mind was empty. I really didn't want to do anything, to be honest, but out there were other people I cared about. I ignored them and came here. Now it was time for me to return.
I grabbed the backpack I bought yesterday and ate whatever food was left. Then I drank two bottles of water and went outside. It was a beautiful sunny day. Just like always.
