Scrap #10

10.

“What if we never met, I never saw you crying in the rain, and you never had a fight with him? Would it be like this?” I asked. “Like what?” was her answer. “Having a one passionate night together, holding tight each other, warming a cold night together, enjoying a wonderful sex.” She stared at the ceiling silently. Then she slowly asked, “Are you questioning the fate?” I looked at her. “Does it ever exist?” Time went by. Clock ticking. We kept our silences, laying on the bed naked, with a blanket covering our bodies. The fumes of the cigarettes we smoked filled the air. That night was over, and soon will be forgotten, as she will forget all about me, like the fumes disappeared into thin air.

 

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Photo by Winaldo Artaraya Swastia, all rights reserved.

Photo by Winaldo Artaraya Swastia, all rights reserved.

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