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Black Flies

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Black flies on the windowsill

That we are

That we are

That we are to know

Winter stole summer's thrill

And the river's cracked and cold

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I looked out of the dirty window, tears flowing down my cheeks. Dust flecks were collecting on the windowsill, occasionally flying into the air as the flies that crept along them moved a bit too fast. It was all I had looked at for the past hour, and the flies had become accustomed to my presence, not bothering to fly up at her slightest move anymore. It was turning winter outside pretty quickly, as if the weather was linked to my dark mood. Along with the air, I could feel my heart slowly turning colder, causing me to release a few more tears.

" Winter stole summer's thrill, and the river's cracked and cold."

At least we tried, I kept repeating that mantra in my head. At least we had tried at least we had tried at least we had - I let out another sob, my hands had been covering my wet cheeks. I had given him everything I had and he had given me all he could, but it just wasn't enough. How could it not have been enough? Love was a cruel animal with an endless need for more, more, more.

I thought back to the times that we had been happy, or at least happier than at the end. It had been the beginning of summer, and she finally had given in on the numerous times he had asked her out. She had worked in the local grocery store, he always had to go shopping for his mom, which she thought was very sweet. They had begun talking, and soon he asked her out for a cup of coffee. She'd refused, never been on a date, but he was persistent. She began to run into him after work too, and they had chatted quite a while before exchanging phone numbers. That night, she received a text from him, wishing her a good night. She'd smile and replied with a smiley face, then laid down in her bed. She didn't sleep much that night. She kept thinking; Shall I say yes? because she really had started to take a liking in him. Eventually she did, and she ended up having an amazing date up until the attractive waitress from the local coffee shop turned out to be his ex and had caused a huge scene, resulting in them getting kicked out. He had apologized, then offered to drop her off home to clean out the coffee the waitress had spilled on them both. She had agreed, and once they were at her place she offered him a clean shirt from her brother in return. Before they knew it, they ended up on the couch in fresh clothes, watching a movie as they sipped from the home made coffee she had made. She never asked about the vengeful waitress, he never explained. They never went back there again, though, as if it was an unspoken agreement between the two.

Their second date was starting off great too. He picked her up exactly on time, told her how pretty she looked, and held the car door open for her. They drove to the cinema in silent, a smile gracing both mouths. Before entering the huge building, he assured her with a smile that this date would not be as bad as their first had been. She foolishly believed him, and all went well up until the moment they sat down on the chairs in the theatre. He accidentally bumped into her, making her spill her coke on herself and her chair. He said sorry a million times, but she forgave him quickly when he said he would get some paper towels for her. While he was gone, another pair came from the opposite way and sat down next to the drenched chair, looking at her curiously. She looked up from the stain on her cute skirt and met the eyes of the couple, staggering backwards a bit as she recognized them. She held her head down, as for a second she hoped they hadn't recognized her, but her hope was in vain of course. The girl let out a mean laugh as the guy whispered something in her ear.