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Chapter Twenty Five
A week before…
Remember Me
I see a photo of a man and woman together. I looked closely and found out the man in the photo is Eric. He stands side by side with a woman. She has wavy long hair and olive skin tone. I couldn’t tell who the woman was because her face came out blurry in the picture.
I feel sad, he is with another woman.
I pored over the picture, and out of the blue, I heard Eric’s voice, he said, ‘I am sorry.’
I woke up from a dream, no, rather from a nightmare. The sound of his voice, when he said, I am sorry, it sounded so real.
I pulled out my mobile phone under my pillow. I checked the time, it is only 3 AM, I should still be sleeping. I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t sleep.
I rolled over on the other side
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