73. Home

73. Home

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The bus cruises along the highway, each subtle sway mirroring the inner chaos of my thoughts. I had no desire to face anyone. So I took a bus home. Now when I think about it… It was a stupid decision. How will I explain to mum and dad why I came home empty-handed? I hope they believe me when I say I missed them a little too much.

I numbly stare at the green fields passing by. Girls must be worried, waiting to hear from me. But I don’t want to talk to anyone yet. I haven’t even cried that much. So why do I feel physically tired? Why does it hurt this bad? I genuinely thought there was affection and care. My mind is swaying between the time we spent and the contract he threw in my face to sign. Such a contrast.

I glance at my watch and release a heavy sigh. The familiar path to home feels longer today. After a while, I take out my compact mirror to fix my makeup. As expected, it’s a mess.

“How am I going to explain this swollen face?” I mutter to myself, taking