Her letter comes, telling him it’s all over. He can’t believe it, doesn’t know why. For a while he just sits there, staring at the familiar handwriting, trying to make sense of the words. After a while he pulls out his highlighter, marks the key phrases, then proceeds slowly, methodically, to learn them by heart.
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This is nice.
u have a theme.....mostly its break ups and death and the dark side....i like it!
Dark satire.
Learning how to fall and stuff.
I don't think it would be a good idea for him to do that--right?
er... he was a CBSE student? matric would've mugged the whole letter!
:))
The moon glared down. He crumpled beneath.
The night was inside him; the cold slowly numbing his pain. Get up.
He looked up. The moon hid; stars shone light. Strength. Jaws firmed, he got up, suitcase in hand. And didn't stumble once as he walked away from her door. Inside, they continued to kiss, unaware.
now, i'd like to think its complete.
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