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As it gets dark, the pain was enveloping me-tighter, I can't breath. He was just staring at me without any word. His silence was deafening. The lamp posts lighted up, and I could clearly see his handsome face now. "Why am being nostalgic whenever I remember you singing a song for me while playing the piano?" I chuckled to calm my tears. "Why am I being irritated whenever you told me about her? Why am I being battered whenever I see your eyes that tell me-it's not me anymore." I quickly wiped my tears using the back of my palm. I stared at him in despair and I walked towards him. As reached him, I looked directly into his whiskey brown eyes. His long eyelashes that I always play whenever he uses my lap as his pillow. He seemed about to speak, but the thread eluded him. I slowly grabbed his hand, "Finn Ashkeen Buenca... I still love you, but why can't you love me again?"
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