As the street light turned off
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He didn't come to talk today either,i wanted to stay up late but yesterday's trip with dad made me nod off.I had put my head down on my laptop piled up with all my incomplete assignments ,when a notification got me up with a jerk.My neck had started to ache and I decided to go to bed when something made me stop midway. I saw a silhouette of a familiar figure sitting on the window sill head faced towards the dark midnight clouds which had started to overcast the moon. The street light right outside made the outline quite clear -shabby hair, hand on the knee pulled close to the chest; it is him again .
I started walking towards him, I guess it was my sleepy eyes.He still seemed blurred like a silhouette .
I sat beside him and mockingly said 'you love to take the cover of moonless nights don't you? He didn't reply like he always evasively did neither did he move an inch . 'Hey what's wron- i stopped as i nudged the thin air. The black figure turned his head as the street light went off.
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