Any wandering sound seemed to be swallowed by the mist suspended in the air. Vapour crammed through her nostrils as her lips welcomed the first droplets of an upcoming rain.
Suddenly, all that was left in oblivion for a couple of minutes invaded her mind once again. One, two, three tears were shed and joined the raindrops to engender new tears that bursted against the ebony floor, perverting the thundering silence that had reigned in the room until then. Yet, she remained still. Her blood was boiling in her veins, her heart pounded against her ribcage and yet, she remained still.
His long, straight chocolate hair, his gray eyes and his candy coated lips; all that she missed she couldn't have. It drew a smile on her face for a few seconds, but instantly faded away among a shriek that was fueled in her throat.
Her heart was sick and shattered.
She craved to have his warm skin against hers, to be locked in his arms. But what was in his mind? Did she participate in his thoughts at all?
Putting on the first clothes that she came across, she slammed the door behind her and headed hell knows where. The rain and wind scratched her shimmering face. The next moment she was conscious of how obsolete it all was, there was no way of contacting him. She hated him in the most ambivalent way.
Letting herself sink into a bench at a desolate park, she continued to weep. The storm, the lights of the cars, of the city, all blurred and flowed down her cheeks.
me re gustan, subi mas!
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