She's Confined » Jai Brooks

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"Liz wait!" Shouted voices from behind me. The voices faded, along with all the stupid seconds.

As the twins called my name, I decided to let go. This might be the best decision I took in a matter of life time, but it also might be a sea of regrets that I'll manage to drown in.

Letting go might not be the best solution now, but it was absolutely better than staying in that white walled hospital and crying over the loss of the piece that completed my soul.

Jai, his eyes gave me a special feeling. I loved how the green streaks slightly swirled in the hazel brown. His eyes were a master piece. Just like Liz's. When he laughs, his cheeks cover his eyes. I never saw anyone with such a smile.

Luke, he had a heart that could sweep all the pain away. He had a giggle that was like music to my ears. That brown dot on his nose is so adorable, it makes him stand out.

I'm not so sure about time, but I can utterly assure my self that seconds with some people might change a whole life time.

After all that thinking I found my self in the middle of nowhere. Actually that's not it. I found my self in the middle of the town.

I walked to the bench across the street and took a seat there.

Sitting next to me was an old lady, perhaps in her 80's. She was wearing a white coat and white gloves. I must say, it was freezing out here. I was wearing nothing but my ripped jeans and a tank top. I had a flannel tied around my waist so I decided to wear it on too if my top to keep me warm.

The middle of the town was so noisy. All I could hear were cars beeping and teenagers walking around and laughing so loud. A couple of parents were running after their kids, making sure they don't get lost in the crowd.

The old lady next to me started whispering stuff I could barely hear. I think she was talking to herself. I wouldn't judge her, everyone's going through at least one struggle in their life.

As she continued, her whispers became louder and more audible.

"You hear these birds Willard? They are singing for us." She spoke, her voice cracking.

I took a glance at her pale wrinkled face. She looked so tired yet beautiful in a way. Her expressions translated strength and sacrifice.

Willard must've been lucky.

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