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⭒ July 30, 1998.

That day, the night was mourning.

The stars refused to make their magnificent typical nightly appearance, there were no small dots adorning the indigo blue sky and the moon looked like it didn't want to be there at all, as it only allowed to show a third of its white nudity as if it was sorry to show their self in its entirety. Or as if it didn't want to.

There was no longer a breeze and the tops of the few trees that were planted in the city didn't dance along with the whispers wind.

Silence, as the words of a old long forgotten ghost, which at times like this may be a loud enemy, was quiet.

Because Bliss had died, metaphorically.

She had become an apple that was never digested, slowly rotting, but after all, doing it anyway.

Bliss was withering, her petals were falling and no one had noticed. Her flower died.

She fucking died in that bedroom.

July 30, a day that will be remembered by all the people of the city, since, surprisingly, the clouds cried.

That afternoon the sky rained seas with Bliss, and to be honest, you couldn't know who rained stronger: them or she.

Such an event left people stunned, how could it rain with that much fierce in summer?

They didn't know, how could they?

A glitch in the matrix?

Or was it that nature could feel Bliss' affliction, that was so painful to them that they had no choice but to cry with her?

The dusk came and the memory of Harry returned to Bliss. The memory of that night when they died of laughter, and only nights were left full of him, but without him by her side.

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