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It Was OverTwo years is a long time, but those years became a bridge from the past to the edge of eternity when he left. Now that he had finally returned, despite all my ruthless waiting, I wasn't sure if I was ready yet. My bitter mocha lounged in its encasing porcelain while its warm amber hues seemed to whisper hints of autumn's nearby arrival. Saplings bordering the small coffee shop still clung to their summer skin as summer itself lazily melted away. Other coffee drinkers floated in and out of the shop and I envied their blithe ignorant bliss. Right then I would have killed to be carefree and unstained by situations like this.It Was Over
I didn'
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The Room was VacantLazy autumn sunlight carves intricate shadows along the scuffed white walls. The once cuddled teddy bears lie scattered on the musty carpet from when they were last played with, their glass eyes weary and dull. An unframed mattress rests in the corner, its secondhand sheets still mussed and tousled from the last time he slept here. Untouched for seven months. The air floats thick with a stale, suffocating silence.The Room was Vacant
They didn't pack much when they left, only the essentials survived the urgency. But now the things that seemed so important don't mean anything anymore. Toys and toddler clothes still occupy the shelves along with books
by ~shinysilverslinky
The Evening was RomanticI hope she finds me, he thinks to himself. If she doesn't make it...well...let's not go there. As the weary sun dissolves on the horizon it seems to ignite the last of today's delicate snow that lazily floats down to the already crystalline city. The air waltzes with the crisp December wind and sears his face, but the constant tide of his silent breath leaves no trace of being born.The Evening was Romantic
She slowly shuffles along the eroded sidewalk, against the untamed wind that feels as impassive as the Berlin Wall. No matter how many layers she wears, serpentine ribbons of winter seem to gnaw their way into her clothes and slither across her bare s
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