There are dark clouds in the sky. Prussian blue in colour, they swirl above my head as your image dances further down the street. In the breeze, there’s the faint hum of music coming from a park over on the other side of town. The smell of chips makes me lick my lips, as does the scent of doughnuts and your perfume. It’s getting dark and cold, so cold that I bury my hands in my pockets while eying up those around me as they enjoy themselves not caring about the weather or the hangover that no doubt awaits them tomorrow morning. Closing my eyes, I’m lost in the simplicity of their lives, and I’m lost in you, and despite everything, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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