MINGXIA stared at the ceiling fan going round and round. Tears fell down the sides of her face and soft sobs left her lips. She felt so tired, so useless. She didn't understand why she was still there.
She thought she was okay, but she still felt it. She felt Junjie holding onto her, she felt his grip on her heart. She didn't know how to move on. She didn't understand why she felt so tied down.
It was like she was in quicksand.
Every time she felt like she was getting out, she was sinking deeper and deeper. Soon, it would swallow her up and like Junjie, she would be gone.