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I dressed in black. I wore my red lipstick, neatly styled my hair to a bun, and walked to my college. I reached early as I took care of all the arrangements. I heard whispers and guys making noise nearby. I turned to check what that was about. It was him. He was in a grey suit. Grey and black, straightened hair, with shades on, he walked straight towards me.
I was standing nearby the registration area, hearing my batchmates gossip about me, “He&rs
I sit sidesaddle on the cement floor and handpick the pastels, carefully blending the shades on my drawing notebook as I listen to my mother speak to someone on the cordless phone. I feel her walk quickly to the other end of the room to take a peek outside of the house and I look up. She looks pale Read More...