I'll Never Let Go

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my eyes weary from the much reading I had gone through. But just in time

aning of this one word “fun” but my approach was nowhere near becoming. My solace, I discovered, wasn’t in the life of luxu

. The “other world”, I called it, wherein I could imagine myself as the protagonist and liv

of maids. She was more closer to me than even my own parents, and had this English accent I loved, but a strictness I abhorre

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of her maids. “Get her optician! Her eyes must be affected from her co

my other friends. But I was definitely sure it was because of the fact that she had grown fond of me, and I, her, as my parent

ace for any other kind of swell or acne or whatever as she always did every morni

id. “Your mother would kill me if sh

her without you,” I countered, lacing my voice with a hint of displeasure as I pulled he

finding its way to my face once again.

ping down onto my bed and freeing

rds. It felt awkward. Awkward in a sense that I was about conversing abo

not talk about mom,” I said. “

eager one, and as she sat down beside

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ell my parents that.” I bluntly t

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of my bed that had been yearning for my presence the entire night. “I'm gonna slee

rter of my day to. Apart from helping me be able to communicate with my parent's foreign contractors, and understanding some language novels, it was useless. Right then and there, with an ex

e open window, and to the symphonic chirpings of birds living in the tree beside the window that graced the ethereal silenc

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summer dresses already prepared as it laid on my Vanity's chair. There was a note on the dress, an

But don’t go off running to the other side of the world that it would

st the tall, magnificent yet boring mansion I’ve spent most of

up in its peaceful horizon, as I made my way into the worl