The corridor was dark and calm , the cicadas chirping.
Why, Oh why did i have to leave my dormitory in the dead of the night?
Right . My crazy and stupid instincts .
The corridor was kind of creepy, the pad of my naked foot making slight tapping sound on the cold marble floor. The moonlight streamed in through the windows.
Damn spooky place.
My feet dragged me to the lawn as i did not think i could sleep anytime soon, and the air being more fresher there .
There he was, sitting on the bench , looking beautiful, as the ethereal creature he was.
Facing me , as if he already knew I was coming.
Smiling softly, his eyes clearly and undoubtedly conveying,
" Hey , sit with me.".
Just like that, i drifted myself to the bench,
Oblivious of how our love, would end up being just another tragic story.
A beautiful love , but a catastrophic ending.
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Celestial Romance
Romance" Their love was doubtless ethereal to a fault, imaginative to impracticability. With this natures, corporeal presence is sometimes less appealing than corporeal absence, the latter creating an ideal presence that conveniently drops the defects of t...
