I drove with my car two days later for my afternoon lectures. Romeo's photograph and letter was tucked inside a drawer next to my bed. I had thought of burning it instead, throwing it behind me and locking it forever but somehow, I stopped midway and the thought just seemed ridiculous to me. There's one thing Romeo failed to mention and warn me about though. That I might somehow begin to live off the antidepressants he had given me. I most times now find myself breathing faster than normal like something in my chest was closing up on me and the only thing I could turn to were the antidepressants, popping a pill or two. They became my companion. I texted Veronica to remind her about covering for my shift that day, when the calls were going straight to voicemail. Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I saw a resident approaching me — or that was what I thought when she completely ignored me and walked past like no one was there. Confused, I walked back to her and tapped her shoulders. She turned, but didn't look up. Didn't matter though, because I had already seen her eyes and how red they were against her brown skin. I also noticed how big her clothes were. How they seemed to cover up everywhere and she only does that when one thing happens,
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