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Even after hours of gazing into the work, after throwing a lot of waste drawing papers on the floor, cause I was too lazy and exhausted to bend to pick it up after I missed the shot into the dustbin, I couldn’t get any idea to put into my work that led me to just stare at it and afterwards to stare at the ceiling.
My emotions were too much tangled up to think anything useful as of right now. My brain was in a mess because of my stupid heart. I couldn’t do anything about it other than not let myself go through my thoughts lest he sees me cry and have satisfaction from it.
My thoughts of him seeing me were true when I saw my door being opened harshly. He stood in the doorway not closing it.
