Falling
"I think you left your wallet. There, on that bench"
Head spun. One short glance.
Then he was gone.
"I am not fond to fall. This particular season, and this coldness, brings him back so much alive. In front of my eyes. Vivid"
"He left you. That's it. You don't even know him. How can you even love me when all this while your mind is so preoccupied with his images?"
"He is real"
"He was one single figment of your own imagination. He didn't even exist"
"He does exist. At least in my imagination"
"So leave me"
"I won't"
"But you have him"
"He was special. But you're the one who loves me. I love you"
Head spun. One short glance.
Then he was gone.
"I am not fond to fall. This particular season, and this coldness, brings him back so much alive. In front of my eyes. Vivid"
"He left you. That's it. You don't even know him. How can you even love me when all this while your mind is so preoccupied with his images?"
"He is real"
"He was one single figment of your own imagination. He didn't even exist"
"He does exist. At least in my imagination"
"So leave me"
"I won't"
"But you have him"
"He was special. But you're the one who loves me. I love you"
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