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antes
"This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
- T.S. Eliot
The sun shone through the blinds in my room, making me sweat and my eyes burn.
My bed sheets stick to my skin when I turn around, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
I was ready to waste another day.
Ready to hide away from the world like the coward I am.
The alarm in my clock made the radio turn on, with the 94 FM station booming alive with Luis Miguel's "La Incondicional" starting midway through.
I close my eyes again, the hole in my stomach (and my heart) growing bigger. Although my bed had always been a comfortable fit, it now seemed to have more space than usual, more loneliness settling alongside me.
Perfect to make me realize just how alone I was.
Everyone had someone.
My parents had each other. Gina had Susie, Susie had Gina. Even Luis Miguel had an imaginary incondicional woman at his side.
Yet I was alone.
That made me angry.
Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to be hiding in my bed on a Saturday morning just because I was too scared to face everyone outside my door? Why did I have to be the one suffering while listening to music that I did not even like?
Why is it that, to this day, I continue to have no choice over anything?
A knot forms at the base of my throat, and my eyes begin to burn like when the sun was shining on them. I was about to cry, but I did not want to cry anymore.
I move closer to my pillow, trying to forget just how pathetic and miserable my existence was.
At least Dante will always be here-
Until, he too, finds someone else.
Someone that doesn't run away.