That Day Cici Chen 20

That Day Cici Chen The very first day you and I met, walking down the pitch-dark valley, hand in hand, the time we made eye contact, I could feel my heart start making its first beat after this long time. We bathed in moonlight, surrounded by snow, owls hooting under the stars, until the wind carried your words far to nowhere in the mountains. Our topics waved from the universe down to breakfast. From hands, to arms, then my back, lips were where you wanted to land. Until your rough fingertip touched my lips, staring down at my eyes, those eyes hiding behind the glasses blurred the thoughts in your eyes. A murky cloud covered the moon, then I felt that soft touch, a perfunctory and generous kiss you gave me, a stunning, expected kiss. The first night with no witness, but only two of us, was now the most precious memory stored deeply inside my heart. Even though it was a year after, it still lightened my day with my torn heart. Happiness, comforts, and security faded away as time passed by. My heart, piece by piece, lost its way home. Dips of blood oozing down my stabbed chest, less and less vitality inside of me, I finally took that step back. Watching you and her strolling in the woods reminded me of the old days. The familiar smile on her face was just like looking at the mirror from the past. But only those eyes dusted with time, no longer clear or innocent. Walking down the valley, those two figures vanished by the heavy fog. Wearily, I looked up at the sky, the moon covered with clouds, the stars struggling for a view of the world. Traipsing by the road, owls hooting, the wind carried it far to nowhere in the mountains.

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