It was that night. Walking the streets with a friend, with
you, looking at the Christmas lights with awe.
You give me your glasses, we laugh; everything becomes so
distorted and shaky. You put your scarf around my neck, binding me, as much as
your scent I’m inhaling does. White, so soft, so close to me. I’m feeling its
warmth, and now the warmth of your hands. We are so dangerously close.
My heart told me that a bitter ending was to bring a new
beginning, that there is an option, a choice resulting in a happy end.
It lied.
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