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I have waited for this day my whole life. Finally, have my dreams come true, or have it not? The year is 2150. Some random place on earth, among elected human beings, he is sleeping nuzzled under a thermally insulated sheet. His room killed all the brightness outside, faultlessly shielded against any noise from a good night’s sleep. Yet, he cannot sleep because the day is special. February 14, 2150. The day he waited his whole life. The day he had earned. He woke up feeling tired from the jittery sleep, but he was harboring all the energy to confront the day. “Time,” he moaned. A holographic display appeared before his face, a little above his head, like a dialogue box in a comic book. It displayed the date and time, his plans and appointments for the day, his heart rate, and finally, his reward points. Reward points: 28540560 He had earned these points his whole life, preserved them, waiting for this day. A recorded voice whispered from the speaker. “Your order is placed. All your vit

I didn’t forgive him. I shouldn’t. But when I decided, I couldn’t There it is, on his nightstand, lying the symbol of love-our engagement ring. I had thrown this 24-carat symbol of love to his face a few days back. It had happened in the heat of the moment, a little hasty behavior, but the right one. I fled the house, leaving him stranded with the ring laying on the floor. My attitude baffled him. I drove in my car as fast and long as I could. I didn’t know how far I drove. With the rage running through my veins, I couldn’t recall what I did. When I came back, the house was no longer the same. He was no longer the same. *** He is laying on the couch with his face pointing to the ceiling. His breathing sounded heavy and his eyes are closed. I couldn’t say whether he was tired or upset, but this was his routine in recent days. He no longer looked dapper. His unshaven face, swollen red eyes are testament he is learning from his mistake. To understand pain, one should go through the same.

A Stranger’s voice inside my head “Kill. Kill. Just do it, you will feel good. Come on! Do it” , I woke up to the wincing pain with a strange metallic voice moaning inside my head. I could easily remember the day it had begun. It was a Monday morning, a few months back, right after my birthday celebration. Life was wonderful until that point in time. Lovable parents, and my caring boyfriend who could easily climb Mount Everest for me, but for now he just climbs my bedroom window. No one was happy as I was in life. “Grab that knife on the table. Your wrist. It will be smooth and you will be relieved. Just do it, you spineless reptile”, the voice shrieked while I sat on the dining table. “You sleep good, honey?”, my mother caressed my hair. Red-shot eyes betrayed my condition. “She is pretending to love you. Stab her instead. The knife is just across the table. Grab it” , “I have to go, getting late for my classes”, I just averted her eyes. My mother will be worried about not eating brea