I. Lilac

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It was dark, there was no one around, no cars; leaving the roads empty, no one walking the sidewalks; leaving them clear. On this magical calm night where there was no noise, the streetlights shone, lighting the empty roads, or so was thought; for under the flickering lamp post on a side bench sat Lilac unmoving, her face expressionless, her heart beating steadily, her eyes blank as she took in the silence. It was a quiet, too quiet for her town, but never quite enough for her, she sat there her mind racing with all form of thoughts to what lead her here, her memorize; both good and bad, her beating heart and racing mind were enjoying the quiet that surrounded the night knowing this might be the last time she felt this quiet. 

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