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~[CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE]~

Life’s hectic. Believe me.

Some days it brought smiles, other days, it pulled confusion, Frustration, utter dejection.

I wasn't the weakest, nor was I the strongest, but surely could feel. I could feel weak, hurt, and even now I still was hurt. Now, the reason for that being, I don't know, but I knew how much I hurt—I was hurt that there was nothing more that could happen in what I had found myself crossed in. More hurt that there was nothing I could do about it.

Sometimes we find ourselves longing for something, but realize those are just wants of our heart. Utter desires.

I could hear the cars honking past my staggering figure, some peeking out their windows, throwing curses my way, but I cared not at this point. Body and mind was exhausted. One might as well run into me.

Also, the wild downpour which had decided to come unannounced on a fine New-York evening, right in the middle of March didn't do much in helping matters at all.

Form drenched clothes to