Every morning is like a hell run. You go to work, wishing you won't meet him waiting for the same lift that would take you to the door leading to the floor. Sometimes, you just wish there is no penalty for tardiness so you can just time-in on the bundy clock, right at the very moment when everyone is already busy doing their task for the day.
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During bathroom breaks, you wearily make your way to the bathroom, hoping he's not using it at the same time you do. You just can't imagine a scenario where, you have to acknowledge his presence staring at you at the mirror when all you see is just his dark phantom.
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Finally, when your shift ends, you dread to fall in line again to time out at the bundy clock station. He might just be behind you, or in front of you and the stares from everyone who notices your strangeness leaves you cringing because of the attention. Back at where the lift is located, instead of waiting, you are forced to descend as fast as you could in the stairwell, hoping you could outrun him before his lift reaches the ground floor.
With a swift dash to the exit, you pull down your cap closer against your head in hopes that you won't notice his painful presence. Without looking back, you walk your way to the jeepney station - the same route you used to walk with him when things were a little more pleasant between you,
Still wondering, why such good things have to come to an end.
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Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
- Nelly Furtado, All Good Things Come To An End
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During bathroom breaks, you wearily make your way to the bathroom, hoping he's not using it at the same time you do. You just can't imagine a scenario where, you have to acknowledge his presence staring at you at the mirror when all you see is just his dark phantom.
---
Finally, when your shift ends, you dread to fall in line again to time out at the bundy clock station. He might just be behind you, or in front of you and the stares from everyone who notices your strangeness leaves you cringing because of the attention. Back at where the lift is located, instead of waiting, you are forced to descend as fast as you could in the stairwell, hoping you could outrun him before his lift reaches the ground floor.
With a swift dash to the exit, you pull down your cap closer against your head in hopes that you won't notice his painful presence. Without looking back, you walk your way to the jeepney station - the same route you used to walk with him when things were a little more pleasant between you,
Still wondering, why such good things have to come to an end.
---
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
- Nelly Furtado, All Good Things Come To An End
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