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Prank Goes Wrong 1 — The Girl “I love your sister” he hung his head low and I couldn’t comprehend his emotions. We stood talking in our regular rendezvous. My sleep-deprived eyes have no tears to shed. All the late-night rehearsals of conveying my love to him on my birthday now shattered. An eerie silence for a long time. Yes, I took time to gather myself. “She is extremely lucky,” I spoke at last. I locked myself in my room, trying to bury all his memories. Time is a curse, especially while in pain. It ceases to pass. Life has become cruel to me in just a matter of minutes. I crawled to my desk, stumbled into the dozens of unpublished stories I wrote which were stacked up neatly in the corner. I pulled the desk drawer, took out the writing pad and sleeping tablets. The bottle emanated under the desk lamp; welcoming me with open arms. My heart sought refuge, the most conventional way to ease the pain. I swallowed. I adjusted the desk lamp and wrote. The words bled, betraying the pain i