Your voice keep echoing in my head. Like the breeze a cold august night. Shivers down my spine, making me shake. Unsteady. As we sit in silence watching the stars. The galaxies above us, displaying in colours out of this world. The faint sound of music and a city of light, bigger than what we can see. A clear sky as your features pulls me in. My hand slightly touching your cold skin... and then it stops. The breeze cold, leaving me shaking still. The stars above, still there. Galaxies as amazing. As you slowly fade away. Because it's just me. By myself. Your presence only exist in my imagination. Sadly.
