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CLYONE

I opened my eyes with brows furrowing as I do so. I lifted my head up to roam my eyes around me. The loud music is still blasting to the whole room while I am silently laid inside the fort. 

I must've fell asleep for hours. The current song was not the song next to the last song I heard when I cried my heart out. This was the last song on the list already. Dead to Me of Melanie Martinez.

I heaved out a sigh as I got up from the sheets. I brought my hands up into my face and felt it. The tears have dried and maybe next time, I have no tears left to cry. But it could be the other way round. I might cry another bucket of tears if another longing for you occured. Who knows?

I let out another sigh and decided to move into somewhere else not to sleep, but to reminisce another memory. Since I feel so tardy and numb right now — yes, I can't feel myself crying anymore. Well, at least for now. The crying session earlier helped even a little, I guess