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Roses Wither For You Let Them Die

Roses Wither For You Let Them Die

"There has to be an explanation why the sky looks so sad tonight." She mumbled eyeing not me but the night sky.

Her words made me shift my gaze from her to the sky above. I see no presence of stars neither the moon—there's only endless pitch black.

The sky is indeed sad and I could feel her coldness on my skin rushing down on my spines.

"It's about to rain, I guess." My lips said the words before I could even decide if it was the right judgement.

"Or maybe the sky wants us to merely adore what looms behind those stars and the moon that we often drown in our compliments." Her lips curved into a smile that I couldn't help but stare.

"You seem to love fathoming things like they were pieces of puzzle to come up with an absurd reason explaining this and that." I could not hide the amusement in my tone.

"There has to be an explanation to everything and most of the time, it has to be said." Her eyes finally found mine. "It's like an assurance to at least one of those million thoughts that paranoia fed us right before we fell asleep. Would you rather wander the streets of the city or perhaps come to this party with your existence unexplained?"

"So are you saying that there has to be an explanation too as to why I am here with you out here in the roof while everyone's probably having the best night of their lives downstairs?"

"Surely, it has." Her smile started to fade. "Who the hell on Earth would rather sit under the night sky with a girl, who is not even hot by the way, instead of drinking with his soccer friends flirting with some hot chicks?"

"Probably me," I chuckled.

We could both hear the music from downstairs banging on every corner of the house. It is loud, yes, but nothing is louder than my raging heartbeat.

"And you're either doing this because you just want to bed me so you could go tell everybody you devirginized that introvert girl or maybe, you just really like me," she whispered.

"And it's precisely the latter," I whispered back.

"Of course, you wouldn't tell the truth." She fixed her hair and stared intently at me. "But I could read eyes, young man and yours keep on telling me that you're about to break my heart."

I looked away from her for in the back of my mind, I know that she's somehow right but it wasn't her heart that's about to break, it's definitely mine.

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