A bird chirps high atop an electric line above me. Not far from where I stand, a starving cat purrs incessantly at its owner. It's Sunday again. The week had passed. Another week will greet me tomorrow.
It'll be Monday soon and I wonder. I wonder how will I tell them? How will I tell them that after more than a year, I have fallen out of love? How will I say goodbye to them? How will I tell them without uttering a single word?
Difficult, sorrowful, that it'll be. But whoever said it'll be easy? I guess no one huh? Perhaps, the rain pouring on the roof can tell me.
Ah yes, the storm keeps on twisting.
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