His whole body shaking, he could not believe his eye.. The market just tank.. Did he just loose money.. He could believe his eye, tapping the refresh key on the his laptop... Oh my god, the crash is real.
Just when he is wrapping his head, trying to estimate how much he losses on that trade a loud knock on his door.
"What now" he muttered to himself "Couldn't them just leave me to despair with consecutive loss for this week"
He opened the door..
"Bro, lets hang out.. it has been weeks since you went out"
" Sorry, not in the mood" and close the door on his friend
" Hey don't let out your sore on me, not cool bro"
He just want to punch his friend face just if he would not shut up. Damn.. he punch the door.
"Oi what's happening bro just share. You can be at ease"
"Not in the mood"
" Hey just let me in let's talk I know I know you take it to hard.. Come on we're friends right.
Yes his friend is probably right, he's actually taking his anger out; trying to get over his breakup. Now he pouring his anger into his trade, no wonder he's losing his trade. Humans began to clear and then decided to open his door.
After sitting down and sipping some hot tea that his friend made he began to see he's actually in a spiral of self destruct. Subconsciously he wants to rip everything apart.
Just then and there he realised it is not his fault that she and her breakup. And Just then it started raining slowly from it from trickle it started pouring. As if the weather is reflect used in emotions.
Rain, raining... May it washes everything..
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Not far from his apartment, Joy knew it had to be done.. It is better for him to forget her, she could not bear the thought that Tom would sadden by the lost of her.
All those time, she will always cherish.. How he brings colors into her life. Stop being scared and living a full live..
This is worst it is not like a cancer or a diseased, where they are some chances of being treated and continue living..
She knew, she always knew.. Counting the numbers..
She knew today is her day, she will die in a hit and run.. She knew that after , they will bury her in some abandon factory not far from here..
It is better in her mind to leave him in anger than in grief.. At least he can move on... She is crying and the rain is masking her tear...
Good bye Tom..
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Loud screech and thump was heard, then it was drowned by the pouring rain..
