He is in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning mark of a slap on his own face.
He sighs.
He cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket.
He pulls his hand back under the blanket.
He turns off the light, and sleeps.
He turns on the light, and sits up.
He's asleep.
He lost sleep.
He regrets treating him the way she treated him.
He cried again, and thought about a lot of things.
He wants to wake her up.
He wants to have a talk with her.
He doesn't want to push her anymore.
He slips the photo out. He wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh.
It's a nicely taken photo of her.
He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.
Do you know the place between sleep and awake?
The place where you can still remember dreaming?
that's where I will always love you.that's where I will be waiting....
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