Interlude…
The silence was long.
Our feelings couldn’t keep up with our passionate arguments, and our would-be logic was now nowhere to be found.
And words have to have a meaning behind them; otherwise, you might as well have said nothing at all.
Therefore, that time could technically be called a silence.
Before, the setting sun peeking out from between the clouds had painted the ocean crimson, but now its color had turned deep blue.
The snowflakes drifted down, disappearing into the long shadows stretching over the ground.
When the streetlamps eventually came on, it made those shadows spread in every direction, then gradually fade away until their original shapes could no longer be distinguished.
It seemed as if it would be a long talk.
One of us had said that. Perhaps it was me.
Though the conversation had come to an end at that point, the meaning of what came after was communicated without words. And none of us opposed it, the curtains drawn with a smile and a nod.
The truth is, I wanted to grit my teeth and say, You’re running away now?
I wanted to say it to myself. I was the most relieved of all.
Even if we had had this brief time, that would not strengthen my faint hopes.
I just knew a clear answer would announce the end of a short-lived phenomenon. Which was why I should give voice to that answer.
I had to say it, or they wouldn’t know. Even if I did, they still might not understand.
Which was why I should give it voice.
Even if I knew I would regret that choice.
—Because the truth is…
I don’t want something real if it’s just cold, cruel, and sad.
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