Somebody knocks on the door but James doesn’t have the energy to move even a bit. He’s tired of his life and all he wants to do is to sleep and never wakes up anymore.
“Hey! It’s me, Aliah.”
James thought he must be dreaming and he’s just hearing things out. Why would Aliah knock on his door? She doesn’t even know where he lives. He didn’t move even a bit as he was thinking that it was all just an imagination.
Knock, knock, knock.
“James, please open the door. It’s me, Aliah.”
That voice, he misses that voice so much. Hearing that voice reminds him of all the good memories they have. The bus stop, the moment he walked her to their home, the playground, the messages they exchanged each day, her sweet smiles, her giggles in every joke he cracks, her warm hug, the necklace… e
