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I pulled out a book with no jacket. The cover was a sickly beige, the spine cracked like old skin. It was a romance novel from 1992. The kind with a shirtless man holding a woman whose dress was defying gravity. I don’t read romance. I am a Ratu of literary fiction and sad poetry.

And yet.

There is a particular kind of loneliness that only exists in a rented room at 2 AM. It is not the sad kind. It is the hollow, waiting kind. The kind where the walls breathe and the ceiling fan ticks like a countdown to nothing. ratu buku blogspot

I closed the book. The rain outside my window decided to become a storm. The hollow, waiting loneliness in my room? It evaporated. I pulled out a book with no jacket