Dead Love

And the usual began. Miro was hanging out with his typical crowd: drinking, smoking pot, doing PlayStation re-runs, being an ordinary, but extraordinary 28-year-old.

He lived his life as he wanted and didn’t even bother to text her. He needed his ‘time’ with his dumb-ass friends. Well, that’s me being judgmental and angry just a tad, but who the hell cares.

Miroslav was sitting on the couch, seemingly thoughtless, smoking and enjoying life. Suddenly he heard someone say her name, even though he hasn’t told anyone about her existence.

He rushed to his phone, but there was nothing from her.

“Babe?”

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N@t