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  • "Sit, be still, and listen,
    because you're drunk
    and we're at
    the edge of the roof."

    Slowly, her teeny figure approached.
    She opened her arms and walked
    like tightrope walker. Out of worrying
    her little clumsy steps might lead her an upsetting fall,
    I suddenly sobered up and quickly caught
    her hand.
    It was iced cold and sweaty.

    She pulled
    my sleeve with
    the other hand and steadied

    Both sad and happy
    as those deep dark brown eyes somehow shone in front of
    me like starry night; transparent and bright.

    I found a better spot on the roof, where I was sure
    we wouldn't fall and die or hurt too bad.
    And she sat down beside me, we were very close because
    it was cold; we were like rabbits.

    "Stay with me, my friend." She spoke with her eyes closed for a moment.

    I gently smiled at her
    then grabbed her hand firmly.
    Carefully, we lay down on
    the roof while my hand had hers in mine.
    Not too tight
    but determined not to let go, either.

    I was suppose to cheer her up and it ended up she was
    trying to save me again
    from another Monday like no other Monday.

    "Can't stand the idea of being alone, can't bear the thought of being free." she announced.

    I held her hand tighter while
    we both were gazing at the dawn.
    Shame on me
    that my dearly Jack Daniels had made my week already by
    getting me tipsy at this time.

    Her tiny chest went up high and down
    as she took a deep breath then
    she turned her face to rightside and stared at me.
    I opened my flask,
    I took a swig with one hand;
    she smiled, with a kind of despair in her eyes
    fixed on me. There were mixture of
    desperation and a sense of high ideal light in them.

    "I will be around. Don't worry. And it's only Monday....." Her voice had gone cracked.

    That was an early morning on Monday.
    When sky had cast in purple and grey blues,
    it brought her infinite and freedom.

    "And......I want you to live." I whispered.

    That was long, long time ago.
    Long before she became "the writer"
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