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๐Ÿ…HAUNTED BY THE PAST๐Ÿ…


๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ“
EPISODE 1

Trying hard to quell the urge to remain in bed, I raised my head lazily. My bleary eyes stared at the window curtains as I gently rested my head back on the soft, pink pillow. I have been anxiously waiting for the dawn, hoping it would come as quickly as possible.

And because I had spent the greater part of the night preparing for the upcoming examinations, I barely had
sufficient sleep. This was further compounded by the rigorous thoughts which filled my mind. The thoughts left me with deep imaginations which I could not wrap my head around.

That morning, I couldn't pull myself out of the bed. My eyes ached, for they were heavy with sleep. Outside, the roosters continued to herald the dawn of a new day with their Ku-ku-roo-kuu! Ku-ku-roo-kuu!! Call outs.

Soon, daylight illuminated the room as the rays of the early morning sun swept aside the dark clouds outside, bursting forth through the curtains. The darkness had given way for the light.

I could hear a thousand voices outside, talking and laughing as they went about their daily business. Car horns blared in the air as motorists registered their impatience. The day sounded more busy than usual.. I muttered a long hiss, closed my eyes again and grabbed the pillow so tight to my chest.

My father had taught me that it was only a lazy man; those who did not have anything to do could still be found on top of the bed at this time of the day.

I didn't know why he'd say such...