Pink Scissors (Editing)

Fumes

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"Ah! ,It's cold"
I yelp as my feet sink Into the Ivory land of snow the city grounds were drenched In, the roof tops of all the buildings soaked ; appearing to be White Candy. The Soft though misty Fog hung In the air like a blanket calmly submerging the twilight Sun beneath the depths of the vast horizon where It meets the sparkling Turquoise Sea, the  orange-purple Sky dims the little earth beneath it.
Like How the moon embraces the Sun taking It's Position evolving the Sky's colours, People evolve too.  
Though It may not be as great as the lovers; The moon and The sun, The field and The cloud; It signifies Life.
My cold bare palms commit fate.
This Thursday, I shall graduate. Then, my longly awaited Masquerade shall commence The night Of silhouettes dancing to somber though reminiscent lively Melodies, Masked faces where not the beauty; thy soul Is reflected through ballgown dresses and suits.

This Is It! I'm not desolate anymore, I have Claude and Rebecca, I'm flying on a ship cruising through the fluffy cloudscape with a ear to ear grin almost enough to burst my cheeks out!
Ahem, Ahem...I mustn't be too engrossed to my Glorious day of Independence.
I'm probably the only lantern who hasn't decided for the very future ahead!
I did study hard managing to get a remarkable grade, my teachers recommended me to various options , though my heart doesn't set to anything.
My stream In high school was Literature, since eighteen I've been majoring In journalism and
KABOOM! Four years have exceeded!
I'm perplexed , how does ambition approach?
I need ambition.
When my mood bewildered and I happening to be next to the Station where the Coffeehouse Is,
Comes In for some caramel macchiato.
I enter with a Jingling sound of the dream catcher at the back of my head, the door swaying via the pressure of the wind with a little bit of snow stuck at It's edges.
Waiting In the queue, I glance at a slightly older Asian lady at the counter Joyously engaged In her service.
I begin to adore how meticulously she treats her customers, never indiscriminate.
She moves her hips side by side, bringing In the drinks.
I ponder over the Minute details that I would ever come across If I had a Job fitting My profession. Well, being a desk assistant Isn't all that bad for me back In the office. 
Samantha pesters her load on me. Sigh.

''Hi, miss! May I take your order?'' She exclaimed,her pupils dilating In     consideration.
''Caramel macchiato, please''
''Iced or no ice , miss?''
''Iced''
''Well, you may please move to this counter over there, have a nice day''
''Thank you''
I pick my drink and sit myself In a sofa corner table adjacent to the windows.

*ring*...*ring*...*ring*...
"Hey, Where are you?" Claude asks
I whisper seductively with a grin moving the phone to my lips. "Where do you want me to be?"

He whispers back possessively after a pause. "In my arms, nowhere else"

"Come over to the station at Blues Coffeehouse, we need some talking to do" I diverted the cheesy lines, In attempts to calm the eloping horse for a heart.

"I'll be there, sweetie. Are we doing something?"
"Ah, yes. Just a little something"
"How was your day,Laura?"
I avow Instinctively "Not good enough without you here,Claude hugo"
"Then I better rush, I can't keep my girl's days not good enough"- He paused-"Should I kiss you when I get there?"- he teases
"Claude!"
He hangs the phone, he always pounces on my heart nerves; The Eloping horse Is yet again boundless.

He and I have developed this Imaginary dimension for ourselves succeeding that passionate night a few months ago.

He walks In with light casual clothing, a white hoody, His hair tossed mixed with flakes of snow, wet along with these rosewood colour boots we bought together at the Flare's boutique.
His couple ring reflecting a quick shine, I stroked mine a little, feeling gratitude.