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BUBBLES …As the cool air whiff to my face, I can’t resist closing my eyes and pretending to fall into deep asleep, to fade all the pains and emptiness brought about my consciousness. But the sounds of the bird chirping and the touch of the cold bench where I am sitted made me realize that it is still a wee time since I got up from my bed. The moment I open my eyes, the intense feeling of loneliness filled my whole being as the tiny bubbles blown out in the air. Wondering where it came from, I concluded that it was from the children playing around the park. As the thing blows incessantly above, my mind takes a glimpse of the past… I was sitted in the same bench, where my face wears the trace of whole night tears. I feel so sad and alone then, and nobody cares. I did not realize that I’m crying again when tears cross my cheeks. ”What’s wrong?” a husky voice reaches my ears. I looked up to see the owner of the voice. I can’t remember if I was just imagining when I saw love and concerned in his dark eyes. I’m still reluctant to take the handkerchief he was offering, until he gave an assuring and a friendly smile. I took the hanky and utter a thank. He sitted beside me. At first, I find it hard to talk things with him because of the fact that I don't know him, but i set aside my doubt when i saw no hesitancy in his face and as if comfortably talking to me…a stranger. I did not notice the time passed by until the man stand and said farewell… My heart doesn’t want him to leave but I just said goodbye… I can’t understand myself why I feel sad as he walked away, can’t explained why tears fall from my eyes, it is as if he takes away a part of me with him. I can’t admit to myself tat my heart fallen for a stranger not knowing his name and knew only the fact that he came out of nowhere. Maybe…he’s the only one who treated me that way… the one who comforted me during the dawn of my life…my mind reason out. But my heart insisted that he was a stranger who

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