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We were only ten fingers apart, but they could not turn into a grasp. As I dived into your eyes, the lost sea of your reflection carried a gray cloud of thunders. The blue water spilled from your lips, locking the words you wanted to speak. I tried to close your lips with mine, to drain the water so you could let the words out, but the heart my lungs trapped in my chest would not let me.

The universe revolved around the casket of my heart. The void, the constellations, and the soundless mirage clouded the need to trust you. But if we were to stay true, I was not alone in this sentiment. We build a house of hesitation. We were not waiting for the makeshift home to fall apart, but we could not renounce it to happen either. Every wasted second became a river of regrets.

The hitch of our breaths bent the bones of our fingers. Tick. Tock. It was the lyrics of the tinderbox. But amidst the haunting of our fears, I could never be sound to the marvel I bear when I gaze at you.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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