After my mum left, the room was silent again. I couldn't help but think about you. Were you okay? I was still as clueless as I was the day you disappeared. My mum had tried asking Stacey about you, but she insisted that she didn't know a thing. I couldn't tell if she was genuinely clueless or if she didn't want to let us know.
I thought that it was the latter.
Would you be back? Judging from what Stacey had said, it didn't sound like you would be back. But why? Did it have something to do with your flu?
I hated that I couldn't see.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
