Grey clouds have settled over her head. The permanent waltz of lightning and thunder called for the rain.
She's been sitting on the balcony, smoking all night. She's been thinking about the emptiness of the glass "Do I see it so or does it seem so?".
The rain kept pouring heavier and heavier. Her clothes began to soak with the tears of Heavens.
She steps back, not cause of the rain. She needed to light up a cigarette to rethink her question "Do I see it so or does it seem so?".
"If it rains, it can be full. But not the same, but not the same..."
A lightning bolt covered the skies. Her eyes have shined so bright, I though I've went blind for a second.
I kept watching her. She was my life. If she died, I was dead as well. We've been linked. We've been a part since, well... who knows?!
She starts to sing. With the glass in one hand and the cigarette in the other, she sings...
"We've seen ourselves through thousands eyes... And now, what a beautiful ending".
I've seen her eyes. They were bright. Not because of the lightning strike. She wanted to hide herself from me. She wanted to lie.
"If only I had 6 all the time on my dice... I would've never been falling".
The alcohol is such a pain. A smaller pain than internal pain. But, yet it's not the 6 on the dice.
I believe she'll keep on rolling. We'll fortified together. I know her. We've started this rain.
"I see you. I hear you. I feel your breath and smell. Take my hands. Let's dance. Be romantic."
I've smiled. Yet she couldn't see it. The mirror was half cracked and her moves were not quiet ordered.
The rain felt so cold. The drops felt like acid on my body.
"S is why and M. Why, I, alone."
I need you.
