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Writing. Writing is easy. You have ideas, the ability to express them on paper, and you're well-known. So why was it that I couldn't write? I bit down on the pen as I looked at the swirls I'd drawn on the paper. Matthew's voice could be heard through the wall. I'd told him that I could get back to writing now that he wasn't there to consume my time ( Read more... )

"Dom, one more thing. I found an ad in the paper for a roommate to share a two-bedroom flat. I think I'm going to take it."
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I woke up earlier than usual the next morning in order to help him pack. I was trying to drown my guilt with the last act of kindness. And then he would be gone. Forever.The severity and range of the word made me stop. I hadn't wanted him in my life, but I wasn't able to accept the fact that I would never see him again. I didn't like to think I'd ( Read more... )

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My eyes were greeted by the weakly blue-hued light of sunrise. I began to change my clothes; half way through, from the corner of my eye, I saw him. His eyes were glowing as he held the sheet close to his face. He rose and my eyes dropped to see the sheet as it fell to the floor. I fell under a spell. Frozen. My feet were bolted to the ground. My ( Read more... )