your gaze lowered when your best friend threw the locket you both treasured a lot. I can see you trying to hold back the tears by aggressively rubbing the cotton sleeves onto your eyes to wick the liquid away.
and i don't do anything except watching you with an bored expression, something i've masked from the sadness. i can't express myself with a pitiful look directed at you.
you picked the dusty locket as your friend walked away, without even sparing a last glance at you. clinging onto the crisscrossed fence with one finger, i resumed back to sightseeing at the dull sunset sky.
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no note to say, but remember to drink water and eat well. take care !
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Historia Cortathe beautiful place are scarred with deadly moments. ©attaeked
