I'm on the same chair I set the last two nights waiting for the girl I just see on night time.
In reality today I see are with the sun, full colors, nothing hidden by the obscure filter of the darkness.
We were visiting the same museum, she was arm chained with who I assumed was her mom. I tried to stay far from her, it could be strange for as to meet in reality, its better if we stay in our little world in this terrace, not out side.
I was happy to know, her eyes are green, not black, green.
-Nice to see you again- She happily set in front of me.
-Same times, same hour every day-
-Utile the day you don't-
I just smile. She is right, it's my last night here, since tomorrow she will be just a memory. Not sad about it, I'm just disappointed I can't give her more story, or tell are the truth.
Ours is a game of mystery, there was not fun if I tell her the truth, even if the feeling is bittersweet.
-The plot of tonight is switched backpack-
-Elaborate, please-
-Two college students switched backpack-
-And what do you immagine would happen? They will find the other and switch back- That wasn't a plot, that was a boring event that can happen to anyone.
-As a story teller you should have more fantasy- She scolded me.
-She is a literature major and he is a architecture major, she thinks he is boring utile she finds out he was an artist, she is obsessed with Betty Boop and he likes the color blue-
-How do you ended out with this random fact-
-Fantasy- She said sarcastic. She is better improviser then me.
-Now start- She hold her legs excited.
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