Friday, September 18, 2015


She walked through the old rusty office building where they'd once met. A flood of memory rushed through her...

It was bliss watching him walk through chaos like a quiet tune... freshness of spring in his face, coldness of winter in his heart and a flutter of autumn in his eyes. She drank in his quietness, until she came beside him, to remind he wasn't hers alone..

She pushed off the knives stabbing her heart and continued to think of him, yet again..

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