Polaroids |k.jm.

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Days were passing so quickly after they figured out that being with each other is the only right thing.
He menaged to get a job in another café at the other side of teh city,so he had to walk through rainy mornings,filling his shoes with water. The customers were old and kind but he was too clumsy to make them satisfied.
Mornings with her got cancelled and moved to nights making them realize that he had 300 polaroids of her face, 200 of them picturing the other parts of her body and only three of them showing them together. She wanted to change that by making him smile so wide that he looked stupid in the photos.
That's how their days passed one by one,every pai ted in another colour that fit into autumn's palette.
Slowly the last days of November were goingo to December when the firat snow started falling embracing his room with coldness and tragedy. His teeth were gritted with anger as his arms tried to hug his body with warmness,unseccessfuly.
Thet night she appeared at his door woth her favorite blanket ad bottle of wine in her hands.
Another beautiful end of the day could be seen through his window with first snow sticking on almost clean window glass.