I was only a normal bussinessman who wanted to earn a living. Every day i woke up with depression, a little bit redundant and relunctance. My dream shattered when reality came like conflagration, spreaded and burned my youth to the ground. Nothing had left in my heart, lost everything for my prospect, stable but unwanted. I felt like wasted. A level of anger literally increased, but there was nowhere to vent. All i did was just suppression. Gradually, my body rang an alarm, constipation, constant headache... It did manifest the inappropriacy of what i had been doing. But wait, what were i gonna do? Kill myself? Obviously not worth. Every time i stepped on that critical point, i knew i should do something to stop the explosion.
'Hey, mum. How are you,' i called my mum.' Son. It's been a long time since your last appearance. Are you wearing enough clothes? Weather has become cooler recently......' By hearing those words, although my clothes weren't really enough, i still felt the warmth. That enforced my motivation to keep my work on.
Days passed, another days followed. A call, notified me the death... of my mother. Fact was fact, no matter i could accept it or no. As you may think, i couldn't. It hit me heavily like a train, real bad. No exaggeration, i did cry all day. Laughter seemed so unrealistic, i could not remember how i felt when i was happy. I just couldn't. I prayed to god, please give me mercy. I knew life had to go on, didn't i? So i dropped everything, but failed to make them sink deep inside my heart.
Suppression didn't freeze time... Things suddenly happened. Before i stepped into the subway, normal day had turned into disaster...
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