On that October night, when rain got caught in her eyelashes, stars descended in her eyes. I remember the way her arms flung around my neck, her head buried into my chest. I also remember the fragrance of her hair, touch of her warm wet cheeks against my lips. I knew the stars in her eyes had finally escaped and traced their way over her cheeks.
'It is raining,' I stated an obvious, 'Do you have an umbrella?'
Her eyes momentarily glinted, surprised. Then they went pitch black.
'As if you care.'
Of all the moments with her, I remember that last night we spent together.
The way her palms slowly slid from mine, reluctantly. The way her eyes refused to meet mine, scared of breaking down.
I remember it so vividly.
Because that night, with her something else left me and never returned.
My words taste bland now.
My ink doesn't shine scarlet anymore.
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