If Naomi was being honest, she thought that the grand day has finally come. And nothing prepared her for how painful its arrival was. People used to say that the life you lived will flash before your eyes upon death. And that your sense of hearing would be the last to fade. Maybe she’s experiencing it all because she couldn’t stop seeing Mia in front of her mind. Crawling over her lap, asking for rice crumbs while brushing her dander on her ankles. Saving her from danger.
She couldn’t stop seeing her school, her classmates, her uniform. Celestine. Tiffany. There are smiles all around, bright and gloomy. Wide and crack-width. She could even see the brown envelope that cut her life span sitting in her small vanity. There are people seeing the news of her jumping over the bridge. It was haz
