She held back her head. Leaned to the right side of the bed. Played her favorite song. Loudly. Then softer.
Looked down. All dark. The
same fucking air. The air, your aura. That doesn’t change. She looked down. Just
like 5 years back she looked down and
said goodbye to the first love. Now was the turn of the second to go. Now is
the time. She held back her head. Leaned to the right side of the bed. Played her
favorite song. Loudly. Then softer. Looked down. Screams." Not the same air anymore. Please
not the same air." She stood up. This time eyes stood up too. Moves forward. Opens the window. Slides down the curtain. Smiles. Real smile.
Old air not there anymore. Not suffocating anymore. Un chained. Bridle less. Run,
fly, be happy, be whatever. Oh how I missed me. Smiles. Laughs.
Goodbye second
lover. Best wishes. Finally.
Lights a cigarette.
“My hair smell good, again. To me.”
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