"exhale", catching breath from the melancholic atmosphere, felt as soon as the foot, steps in the third floor with confused tears rolling down across the cheeks, reasoning, "why am I feeling sad? ", when there is nothing to cry for.
With warm sweaty fingers, wiped away the salty tears and forced the leg to move forward. Passing through each rooms, felt as if passing through night and day. Nights with no sleep and days with no joy, just sadness pulling hope down.
Eyes became drowsy but couldn't fall asleep when stayed to rest. It felt like weeks and months, even though it was only going through a floor with few classrooms.
"c... can't", the sadness is too much adding the insomniac nights. Good or bad, wanna get through this floor and...... get on with the next one.
Yes, right there, only one crawl, and everything will be alright....... A cold wind blew down that believe when touched the first step to go down to the second floor....
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