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old friend

It’s been years.
Probably, … eight years.
We never met, and I’d never wanted to come again after my last visit.
But after weeks of consideration, I finally decided to come here, to Passer baroe, to visit my old friend. Somehow it took me a painful feeling to move my feet toward her house.

I still remember the time I last time I visited her. And I swear to God, I will take care of myself so I don’t have to come here anymore. Cause I am sure, my friend can take care of herself very well.
She didn’t say anything when I said good bye. I mean it. Goodbye means I don’t want to see you again. That’s what mom taught me.

It’s raining outside. Very hard.
I left the office. I ignored jobs. I left my lunch. I am alone but the taxi driver in the middle of the rain, to visit my old friend. And it took us a while to find this house again. The house that I’d visited almost every week for years. Now I forgot where it is. We went to the wrong direction, and I admitted the taxi driver is a brave man. He …