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Nightfall

Reads 347
Votes 12
Parts 20
Time 52 minutes

Reads 347
Votes 12
Parts 20
Time 52 minutes

I didn't notice I had already reached the fourth
floor of the building. I always get my ribcage almost broken from inhaling exhaling fast due to climbing long stairs, but the chaos in my thoughts as I took steps made me barely feel anything that is around.

10 minutes late and I jet my way to the corridor nudging everyone on my track and I finally become like Marlon, Nemo's dad, plopped out from struggling to swim escape the flood of jellyfishes. 

I was composing myself and fixing my gaze straight when the earth turned to slooooowwmooooo-tion.

And a smile is running towards me.

The wind cooperates, feeding my hair to my mouth.
Mother of all one eyed meatballs, he's coming to me!

"Number three answer book..?"

I blink stupidly.

"Did you finish answering number three on your book?" He asks for the second time, face quite amused of my trance.

"Uh," I hold my index finger up in the air. "Oh! Right, the poem!" My hands immediately stumble through their way in my bag that's hanging on my shoulder.

"Let me hold your ba--"

"No need to," I retreat a step, "I'm fine."

I hand him the book and walk past him and he follows instantly.

Every head turned to us as we entered the door, exchanging looks with each other as if talking telepathically.

It's been a year but it feels like it happened only yesterday. The feeling of his hand entwined with mine, now so much of being galaxies apart.

He's already on the train while I'm still along the edge of the road, left behind with all the recollections he didn't mind leaving me every inch of them.

A year ago, Oliver and I were so much in love with each other.All Rights Reserved

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