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The night sky feels darker than usual; the full moon shines brighter. Wind from the open window is making the curtain flow with it, lying on my bed I stare out the window with Tim in my arms. He is fast asleep; his head is resting on my chest. There’s a weird pain in my chest, images of Zen keeps on popping up in my head. I can’t believe I saw him here, I thought never in my life will I see him again but today I did. He looks so matured now; he looks a lot like his father. I guess he did join their company, of course he did his mother always wanted him to. Seeing him has stirred up the emotions that I was hiding deep within me. I don’t even want to see him again, I hate him; I hate everything about him. Closing my eyes I pull Tim closer to my chest and try to sleep.