Pink Scissors (Editing)

Sweet Melody

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The Light's like a bat of an eyelash dimmed then completely went off, the chilly breeze from outside the window blew in; my heart began to elope at every glimpse of you.
The moonlight in your orbs gleamed contemplating me without flinching, a genuine approach confining me frozen in time. We were sedentary to face each other across the library hall, there was no one barring us. Though even In that embrace, which seemed strange,fate was Striking the horrendous clock. Outside the window was nothing to be seen; Only the lilac sky dazzling with stars. The clouds were fixated on the sky, the velvety scenery brought unexplained feelings and The library appeared to be in a world of it's own with just the two of us spectators. It was as if time itself had ceased,the ceiling high, There was no ground- we were apparently flying, I heard a queer though tranquil sound.

Conceivably a violin...yet who was playing it? And Why?

I couldn't know. All I know was that It sounded Significantly melancholic, perfect to convey his gaze.
Mother..what is this feeling? My chest tightens, my heart begins to swell;  Is it the so called 'love'
people call? If so then did you feel the same when you fell?
I miss you,mother.

"Laura!!..Laura!!"
"Hmm,hey what happened?"
"Laura, you've been dozing off too much lately. Look, it's already time to leave." Samantha Jerked her arms on to me empathising
   "By the way,  have you yet to prepare the documents for tomorrow's conference?"
"Yes, gladly. I'm done" I chuckled.
"Thank goodness, the director would have fired me. Ah! Just thinking about it drives me nuts"
She yawned as she headed towards the exit.
"Anyways,Laura. It's eight,cheerio!"

It's been a weary day, work is an arduous routine-- add in being a university student, and making a living all alone; you surely do have a mess.
Though, I'm a dignified, sophisticated humble appealing woman, or so what I believe, My management skills are professional.
The thing with fate, Is that you don't get to choose it-- even so alteration is effective,what I came to see.

Getting accustomed to the urban livelihood succeeding my beloved mother ascending for paradise advanced with isolation, hating every aspect of life In the absence of family-- That was again until, I met the love of my life. My Jewel, Claude Hugo.
He is an angel as one can supposedly be; slightly clingy but too adorable for me to deny his possessiveness.
His charms.
He showed me Rainbows instead of the thunder by the roaring skies I was blind to, he gave me affection bringing me out of the gloom that hides people. He gave me light. Ignition, empowerment and... most significantly love.
We seemingly met last summer; the summer of our destinies.
Cheesy,right?
We approvingly commenced dating a month after.

"The train arrives at 8:30 pm"the voice over my head declared. Somehow,I do own a watch now when time was an infinity to the me before Claude.
The living corpse.
It's quite a thing  for ladies like me to have this handsome man waiting at their measly studio flat with a delicious hearty meal almost every day, we get excitement.

There's still a few minutes left for my train to be seen, while waiting at the platform I begin to ponder over the momentary Visit to My dreamworld at the office.
I remember the first time I met Claude was at the library though so, In the dreamworld it was rather an ominous perceive amidst the fated encounter of two lovers.

Me and Claude hilariously lingered  in the library quite late. The librarian and assistants probably didn't bother to check if everyone left; switching of the lights AND locking us in till dawn; This particular private library was the size of a mall only much more spacious, In the edge of the city-- like a destination for all beings who have madness in literature.