Warmth flared when the palms connected.. Eyes filled with concern, assuring everything's alright.. Heart raced, for the search of a missing piece.. A piece for comfort, for enlightening the pain.. A piece that brings a goodnight kiss, and the beginning of a chapter..
One, two, and three - A Hindu film.. From far ends, both ran to each other.. Singing and spinning, playing piano in the air, left right left around a tree, and dancing in the rain.. All wet and shivering, but you - me - today, was all that matters..
Four, five and six - The downfall.. Today came to an end, and tomorrow never exist.. Eyes drown with tears, heart stopped, for the piece, was gone.. A death sentence, with no room for appeal, no room for love.. All left are just three, memories of endless joy, days of finally, being me.. And so it was the end of the story, happily never after..
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