It's ChingYao who sent me a message on my phone, simply stating:
"Pinga passed away"
It was yesterday night.
Only 34, she was.
Ah... It feels so empty.
I lied down on my bed and took a deep breath.
Her presence has not dematerialised, from my mind, from my memory.
She said she wasn't afraid to die. Her only concern was that she could no longer help people. The consolation is that her pains have ended.
Really empty now.
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