the tune of youth played in the back of their minds, the distant memories haunting their present day aging.
her voice played over and over again against the never seizing wind, praying to god that they'll never forget the broken promises and the usage.
he did nothing to stay nor leave, he just existed in the paradox of stupidity and cigar smoke.
listen to her guilt as the wind roars, listen to her voice as she proclaims the truth (her truth), listen to the smile plastered on the lips because she can never smile again.