Waiting on Time

I tried avoiding the stares. They weren’t stares from strangers, but from my own friends and family. I didn’t know how to deal with them and, as usual, I didn’t. So now here I sit in my personal oasis. Waiting. Waiting for everyone to leave. For the world to continue on. For memories of the past to fade. Time, I feared, was the only cure to this mess, but time was something I couldn’t wait for.

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