Prose #2
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I'll be the music playing in your head every rainy twilight. The old tune from the nightlife we had back then. Our memories together will be the lyrics. You'll end up putting your fingers between your ears, your eyes tightly closed but it won't stop. And the darkness of your room will illuminate, choking you with our reminiscing past. Remembering how you love that song once and it still haunts you down.
—𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
