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I am sorry
#WritcoStoryPrompt13
The instructions were clear:
'Go in, retrieve the package, don't look back.'
That simple.
He did everything right till he looked back.
Everything was dark and too late. What wasn't his path came as a reminder. But like he said to me that he was fail and drown to sadness.
That day I was ignore him. I was treat him like a stranger who came with nothing. He is a person which everything he own more than enough.
Then I remember about the postman who always return one mail in an envelope. Every morning in front of my door. I always who take it and always forget that mail destination not for me.
I told Mang Karmad, "it wasn't for me."
The post man keep coming.
...
The instructions were clear:
'Go in, retrieve the package, don't look back.'
That simple.
He did everything right till he looked back.
Everything was dark and too late. What wasn't his path came as a reminder. But like he said to me that he was fail and drown to sadness.
That day I was ignore him. I was treat him like a stranger who came with nothing. He is a person which everything he own more than enough.
Then I remember about the postman who always return one mail in an envelope. Every morning in front of my door. I always who take it and always forget that mail destination not for me.
I told Mang Karmad, "it wasn't for me."
The post man keep coming.
...
