What was in that room?

I called her after seeing her missed call. She didn't answer the call. I didn't think about any negative imaginations. Days passed and she didn't respond back. I got curious about her life. Was she thinking about me?

We have not talked since we left for the new beginnings in our lives, and it was necessary for us to stop looking at each other and, of course, talking, to keep things calm. She is a crazy girl and God knows what she would do if she was alone in this world with no one to take care of her.

She doesn't care about anything, but at the same time she cares about everything. She makes everything confusing, yet her eyes make her the easiest to understand. It's not a love story; rather, the story of two strangers who don't cross paths until the closure of a new story. They knew each other, but they didn't know each other. Whenever she went to that room, she would freeze to death by feeling the empty room and that white wall in the middle. She would get horrifying dreams of that room. She went there once and dreamt about it so many times that she was scared to go there ever again. It was a room full of colors, yet the empty spaces, the white canvas in the middle, would scream at her. It was a mess that wouldn't let her breathe.



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