June 17 Summer was almost there. It was mid-noon as the sun's rays fall on my cheeks. I remember the feeling of the cold floor that I was laying on, listening to the sound of Higurashi*. The metal bracelet that I was wearing had two bells that jingled as I fanned myself with an Uchiwa*. My eyes were closed and the feeling of void felt perpetual. Each day felt like forever and the sensation of the next day just made me more miserable.

                     I felt something cold running down my face, "am I crying?" A tear fell from my eyes as I stood up and covered my eyes to stop the tears. I was crying tho I didn't feel any pain, I had several questions that only I could answer but I didn't want to answer myself or was I too afraid to answer myself?  I was always told not to trust anyone, has it come to a point where I can't even trust myself?  Engulfing myself to go higher did I forget where I initially belonged or I didn't belong anywhere from start? Letting off them was easy forthwith do me a favour and forgive myself.

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I turned left and I could listen to the wind coming from the window, she was calling me like a melody on repeat. I stepped toward the window, the closer I went the more I could feel the more I could hear, the wind blew my hair as if she was embracing me but seconds after she was gone, I was left behind. Not being able to hold it, my tears stopped accepting the fact that my wind was gone. It's said time is the greatest healer, every day I yearned for another blow of wind just so it could carry my home. But it never came. I no longer wait for the wind but did time heal me or...

...."I just got used to it?"...

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Higurashi*: a type of cicada native to Japan.

Uchiwa*: Uchiwa is a traditional Japanese fan.

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