They sat by the bar overlooking the harbor, watching the yachts dot the horizon in tiny flickers of hope for a future they both knew they didn’t trust.
They ate in silence as her time to leave had come already. She wore a white cashmere trench coat that she borrowed from one of the girls at work. Her hair swept in a demure bun, the stars twinkled in hope and the moon looked a tad bit somber that night.
He took her to a stand up comedy show down the road which was close to the pub with a fireplace. Her laughter was a cackle, like wood in flames, he often pointed was One of his favorite things about her. She cackled so much there were tears in her eyes by the end of it.
They held hands and threw their arms around each other as they sauntered along the cobblestone pavements. She thought how it could never be better than this.
He held her face and kissed her by the fireplace, their souls melting into one another. He topped her Baileys with milk and joked about how she was too young to drink.
Today that seems like a faraway memory after he broke her heart over trivial things.
She knew it was not the happy ending for her. She knew all along. Denial is a beautiful thing she’s say with a bitter laugh and a half smoked cigarette dangling precariously from her mouth.Her hair dishevelled and her clothes a tad bit drab as the evening sky brought her the company of her best girl friends and a bottle of Wine.
But she knows it will get better than that someday. she knew that was not the ending, nor a milestone.It was something that passed by her,like a whiff of wind that wafts past you as the winter lies to you and promises to stay on forever.But the summers set in eventually,sweltering and wearing down the toxins in your heart in magnanimous sized beads.
there will be another...there will be another...
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