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Rope Climbing and other Exercises...pt.2

“So I’m the reason” she said, dejectedly.
He looked down, it felt odd, to disappoint a being that did not exist, but he could not deny what he felt.He looked at her, as she pull her knees to her chin, sitting very guarded.All he could do was stare.He got up and left her there, seeming as how she knew.
She knew everything.
He returned to their exercise.It was almost over.After which, they were given free time, to create what they wish.Now, the blank piece of paper stared at him.
“I thought I had an idea of what I wanted to say, now I’m lost, in a place where no one is your friend, no one, your enemy, just white walls, white corridors, and the fear. That’s what’s inching me closer to losing my lucidity.
He stopped short, his sentence finished, the next thought interrupted.He went for his quarters.
His single, private room now had two beds in it. The second bed occupied. He could only see her hair, as her blankets covered the rest of her.
He thought to wake her, but did nothing.
He sat on his bed, and stared.

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