The night was beautiful.
Elegant in its melancholy state, she warmed my heart with a light drizzle, soothing the scream that tries to escape.
I swallowed, blinked and felt the water drip down the curves of my cheek.

It hurts, but soo much that I can't cry a heart wrenching song, yet not enough for me to die of heartbreak.

So I walked

From dim orange street light to dim orange street light, until I reached the end of the road and stared at the window to get a glimpse of her shadow.

Only to see the dark projection of two bodies intertwined together, undulating to the rhythm of music.

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