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I was trying to wipe my tears when I heard a guitar strumming. I lifted my face to my surprise,

"Everything felt better when there's music in the background." He said.

"Nice try, but I'm not really in the mood you know." I stood up. "Are you stalking me?"

He sat down and uttered, "That's pretty assuming of you."

As I was about to start leaving, he held my hand and pulled me back down at my seat. "I'm sorry for interrupting your privacy, you may no­­­­­w go with your sobbing." He stood up and was about to leave.

"Why?" I asked him. "Why are you here?"

He lifted his guitar and faced me, "We won, not that you care. But yeah. It was our first time winning an award. I felt this day was something. We just celebrated, if you noticed we were just across your table at the resto. And then I saw the Park, and how the stars shine tonight. I thought I needed to reflect and be thankful for this day. So I went here, I was trying to find a good spot but then you were here."

I actually wanted to thank him, because right now I needed someone. I needed to talk this out with someone. Because there are pain that somehow lightens when you share them.

"Congratulations." Was all I uttered.

He sat down, back beside me. And we spent a couple of minutes staring at the sky. We had a long silence but it was the most comforting silence. At times I cry, and he will strum the guitar. We stayed like that for a few minutes. Weird, but I felt we were communicating even though no one uttered a single word. I somehow felt at peace hearing him strum his guitar, watching the stars.

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