Flicker || [n.h. oneshot] ✓

Flicker || [n.h. oneshot] ✓

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*** Behutsam erfassten meine Augen ihre fragile Erscheinung, die mir plötzlich so fremd und kalt vor kam. Als würde jede Erinnerung an sie mit jedem weiteren Tag mehr und mehr aus meinem Gedächtnis schwinden, bis nur noch ein kleiner Funken davon übrig war. Ein Funken, der mich daran erinnern sollte, dass wir zusammen gehörten. Auch wenn wir genau das schon längst nicht mehr taten. *** My eyes traced her fragile figure - one that suddenly felt so foreign, so cold, as if every memory of her was fading a little more with each passing day, until only a single spark remained. A spark meant to remind me that we once belonged to each other. Even if we no longer did.
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She giggled a little as she looked over at the older couple. "That's going to be us one day." "Yeah?" She rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss on my neck before nestling in. I scooted her closer to me with my free hand, resting my hand on her leg. I looked at the older couple for a minute. They were sitting quite close to each other, holding each other's hand, deep in their own world. It was obvious theirs was a love that had deep roots; a love that still made them feel young. I looked down at the woman I had next to me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, her other arm wrapped around my waist. She was perfection, still, even after all this time. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, to myself.

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