l. jaena

the night was still. the only sound she could hear was her own beating heart.

the smoke coming out of her mouth was the only thing in the air. even the usual passing of the taxis ceased. something was happening. something bad. a foreboding feeling came over her. she couldn't place it, but she felt it.

she stood on the curb, looking around. up over head, the moon looked down at her, seemingly mocking her, like the moon knew of what was to happen. she looked to her right. a cat passed. she looked to her left. nothing.

suddenly, a memory crossed her mind.

he was gone.

everything didn't matter anymore. he was the only thing that mattered.

then, everything was silent.

even her beating heart.


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