As if the world was no more

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They were both lying on the ground, holding hands and eyes closed. They were not paying attention to the world around them. They were not looking at the night sky. There was no cloud that night, the stars were shining brightly and the Moon had not been so visible for centuries. But they saw none of this. They were not paying attention to the world around them. They could not hear a thing. Not the stream nearby, nor the wind rustling the leaves. They loved each other. This was all that mattered. Not the beautiful sky of a summer night. Not the sound of elements meeting. Nothing could split them apart. Not even the time passing by, announcing the Sun's arrival and the end of their special moment. Because you can't change something that doesn't exist anymore. They once thought of the day they would leave each other, and decided it would never happen. As if the world existed only through their love.

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They were both lying on the ground, holding hands and eyes closed. They were not paying attention to the world around them. They were not looking at the night sky. There was no cloud that night, the stars were shining brightly and the Moon had not been so visible for centuries. But they saw none of this. They were not paying attention to the world around them. They could not hear a thing. Not the stream nearby, nor the wind rustling the leaves. They loved each other. This was all that mattered. Not the beautiful sky of a summer night. Not the sound of elements meeting. Only their love mattered. They were together, as if the world was no more. They were both lying on the ground holding hands. They were trying to enjoy this moment. But they were crying, not saying a word. They had nothing to say. They did not care about the world, and the world did not care about them. They had forgotten how long they had been there, holding hands, lying on the ground. Weeks? Months? It did not matter because it was their last summer night. It was the last time they would be holding hands.

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