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Life has to go on. It cannot keep on being messy. Especially this kind of messy. The worst of all, the worst kind of mess. It's hard how someone would be this attached on a short period of time. When the story ends, there's nothing left but to accept it and move on. It is always like that No other option. Only one. An absolute one.
The day just started now… the one Peter and I said. I admit I have only a little care about the exact time now. I look at the clock and feel nothing. I look at the calendar and note the day, but have nothing on my mind nor on my list. It's like the whole world paused… no, it stopped. There's no assurance that it will go on like before.
The door chime sounded for the first customer of the day. It was a blonde man, with shoulder-length hair pulled up on a ponytail. At first look, anyone would mistake him as a woman, and there's nothing else to blame on that but the ponytail.
