I sat on my bed , dimmed the lights in my room and thought. What was I going to do about him? How did it all happen?My heart raced at the thought of him. ''Is he going to come here? How did I fall for such a drastic thing?'' I just sat there pondering upon thoughts and memories in the dim light cast by the night-lamp Mother bought me a few years back. I was overwhelmed by the silence in my room. The more I realized how tranquil the environment was, the more the memories of me and him filled my head. I felt like I was being buried alive underneath the memories. Oh, the dances we attended.The parties, the laughter, the nights we spent just lying underneath the moon-lit and star-filled sky.
Those were definitely the days. Every girl I knew wanted him. Every girl was jealous of what I had, but little did they know that the happy times with this mysterious stranger ended exactly one year after he proposed to me. Every night he used to walk down to the basement and slide open a drawer. He spends hours in the basement before going to bed. Well I finally took an interest in this situation. I walked down after an hour of his ''disappearance'' to find him on our old couch, stonned. He wasn't aware of anything. I wasn't sure if he passed out and was a little too scared to stick around for long to find out.
I ran to the drawer to find white packets. I called the police.
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