My emotions were going haywire as Lanke drove away from Green Avenue.
The peace and tranquility did nothing to the chaos that seemed to be brewing within. I don't even know whether to call it that.
Chaos, I mean.
There was no true way of discerning my feelings. They came as if as one, waves of regret, crashes of pain, subtle ripples of happiness, drops of sadness, tsunamis of rage and currents of memories buried underneath the white sands of the depths of my mind. They all rose to the surface.
Conversations. Happy and sad.
"I think I love you"
"... of all the girls, why did it have to be her?"
"... you are just like them, shame on me for allowing myself fall for your lies"
"Indeed it's a shame, try to protect yourself and your emotions better in the future."
"... you have three days to put an end to whatever it is you have with that girl"
Voices.
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