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Literary: A Somber Night
It is a somber night.
The lamp post gleaming a dim light, flickers as fast as your fickle feelings.
The dry night breeze that runs across our skin is biting cold. But it is nowhere close to your words that still chill my heart.
The distance between us when we sat down on this bench is nothing compared to the distance we are about to have.
But don't worry, I'm okay.
Now you turn your head towards my direction. Maybe you will take back what you said.
I wanted not to see your face again but I gave in just to see your eyes give me an apologetic gaze. I look back at you with eyes forming millions of questions, but all I could muster is:
"Why?"
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