The intertwining of our beings was but a fleeting and delicate fusion, a temporary coalescence that shimmered like stardust in the night sky. In the nocturnal emergence of our connection, there was a beauty born of darkness, a profound closeness veiled by the obsidian cloak of night. Yet, as the dawn broke, I found myself cradling the weight of sadness alone, the remnants of our bond lingering like bittersweet echoes, leaving residues of you on my skin.
This tender ache, this aftermath, seems to murmur of eternity, a whispered promise of always and forever, etched into the very fabric of our shared existence, even as we tread separate paths. So I carry the fragments of our entwined spirits with me, knowing that though our togetherness was transient, its essence is woven into my soul, an enduring witness to the depth of our connection.
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fiction – 145 words – reading time: 1 minute
reflections of an unquiet mind 