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"Mama, I don't think I am happy here anymore. I want to come home." I confessed over the phone.

"Darling, even when you were here, you weren't happy without him."
It was the night where God would have believed to be the biggest sin anyone could commit. The sin was the last thing I was worried about. I was just thinking about how relieved I would feel once it's done.

— The End —