Leaving him felt unreal, but it was true.
I had to.
He had a life.
He had a mission.
But somehow that felt like the worst goodbye I could give any person.
My mind kept running as if that wasn't just true.
I woke up and started screaming at my mother.
She had collected my dinner and some postal package for me.
I started screeching at her for that.
Nonsense.
"But you love chocolate rolls!"
"I hate them", I mouthed it, left my food there and walked off to college.
"The cab will be-"
Her voice got lost in a corner. I was running, hoping my stingy ears would just dry up in the wind.
But a feeling of emptiness cupped me.
An ambulance dodged my clumsy self.
A taxi driver shouted at my fat presence on the road.
"Run on the footpath, god's sake!"
He rode off and I ran.
I rushed
