It was 7:36 pm – Multiple chats open. Old friends, new friends, fake friends, crushes, exes, relatives. My phone blares some catchy tune from a popular band.
At 8:52 pm – A filling yet forced dinner. The melancholy of food made without love creeps in. Few leftovers get fed to the dogs. They never wait around for it. Yet each time, it disappears. It is better that way, he doesn’t get to look them in the eye. No expectations, no regrets, only a silent promise of being there, always, in the days to come.
At 11:30 pm – The night slides in. He welcomes her sounds of silence, her aura of darkness. She has always given him so much, loved him, asked for nothing in return. He could look at her, be with her, cherish her. she never complained. He never heard a sound. A sudden bump of realization provokes a plan “I’ll make tonight worth it. I’ll complete the project or the assignment, or just go to sleep early.” the night smiles back. she knows his dreams will overcome his plans most of the days, and always at night. she knew he couldn’t leave her. Little did he understand that she was to be loved, and not understood? Not planned, but lived.
1 am – Day dwellers have taken place. The distant cries of automobiles die slowly. A brilliant yellow light shines over the road, much like rain pouring on the leaves. flowing with the cool breeze, squeezing it way through the window cracks and withering on the floor of verandah. He finally switches of the lights. he is hers now. He submits himself to her. Nobody ever understood them. Nobody ever had to. They were happy in themselves. They would only meet at night.
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