Let’s call it:
Once upon a time, I knew these people. And then. And that.
He looked like he was biting something hard inside that mouth but then he always looked like that. Once, perhaps about twenty or so years ago, they said he looked more at ease. Circumstances obviously changed him then. And he knows that. Day after day he concocts various ways on how to escape the current life he weaved for himself.
“Soon,” he thought, “everything’s going to change.”
And it did. After so many years spent on daydreaming, one day he just boarded the plane. He did not tell them when he is coming back. He did not tell them where he was going to.
In the plane, he was seated beside the window. He looked at the stewardess; he smiled at her, then he turned and gazed outside the…
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