two am//hiatus

we drink matcha and rethink tea leaves until two am hoping to forget and remember all at once and we are only greeted with the absence of another.

“he saw her smile in the tea leaves, her eyes in the steaming cup of matcha with a hint of mint.”

“the only view she wanted to see, was his face and a couple of batches of tea in the early breaches of the morning.”

a short story of regrets.

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