He knocked on my door in one August night, to acknowledge his presence to me. He moved forward and sat beside me. “I’m afraid we wont make it.” I understood his words completely, and nodded along. I knew, even if I plead him to stay he wont take a second glance to reconsider his decision. “It’s nice while it lasted.” I said and tears managed to escape from its socket. He sat there all night long. Held me close, told me how much he wanted to stay but reality beat him faster than he expected. That night, I will never forget. Just one night, the one I saw him cried of his hopelessness tried and failed to protect the heart of someone he loves.
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