Dr. Jewel's POV

The skies were painted with bright orange and dim light, looking like an old retrostyle.

I can smell this place like a frozen memory. I don't know how my brain did it--- but maybe, the things we love always leaves a mark in our senses. They keep this memories vivid.

I sashayed my way down the dusty streets of my hometown. It's five-thirty in the afternoon. Where kids are playing in the streets and their neighbors gossiping. Lazy dogs lie down as being heaten by the sun. Everything is so normal, I can almost think that nothing had changed.

I gripped unto my yellow sunflower bag. It had contained junk foods and soda which I bought from the store. And cd's of an old romance movie that I haven't watched for years but still etched on my mind.

I had changed. Everything has changed. For every simple atom in the world changes in an instant-- you never expect anything to stay in the same way you want them too.

Say, life molds you like a scalpel. It is bound to be that way-- the process it painful. You'll need time to heal yourself. But the outcome sums up all, nothing will be better than being the best version of yourself.

I am a doctor. I don't make much money. It wasn't what my heart wants, but lately, I've learned to love it. Because at the end, I have to.

I hardly sleep. I didn't have the chance to eat well. Yesterday was a ruckus in the emergency room. I didn't have a sound mind.

Doctors are supposed to be calm. When we were just med students, we were taught very well to handle ourselves and our emotions.

I realized, we weren't taught to just vanish them all. We were taught to hide them well, behind our white coats.

I had a break from my work. I am going home now, which I seldom do. And I won't have to wake up so early tomorrow. Tomorrow is my free day.

I will do everything I want tomorrow. I will drink lots of beer. I will dance 'til my body hurts. I will be crazy for just one day. I deserve it.

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