Before I headed to the main office,
I noticed today was unusually slow.
The interior of The Metropolitan was usually filled with strangers,
but maybe since she hasn't return, even this place missed her face.
I stopped, and I wished for a miracle.
So tell me, Fortune Teller,
will I have a future with her?
Continuing walking the lifeless hallway,
I felt a enormous wave of heartbreak wash over in the beach of my emotions.
Truthfully, my walls fall down whenever she's near.
But recently,
I've never felt them so secure.
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Aesthetic
Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
