It was a Wednesday and was sundown at the boulevard. They were sitting on their favorite bench. An almost one hour of just being quiet, watching the sunset. The horizon was a splash of warm oranges and reds, of pale purples and periwinkles. Two hands intertwined, as if not wanting to let go. It was a silent afternoon. In the absence of words, they knew it spoke of everything they wanted to say, and most of all, words they did not want to say. It was a moment of letting go, a hopeful letting go.
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FanfictionEllipsis (... 3 dots, usually used to indicate that a statement is incomplete) A one shot TayNew au about separation and maybe (just maybe), unfinished business... ---- I am not a writer. This is my first. I just had to take down some emotions and t...
