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He was on his way home after looking for another job. He sat right next to the windows' side of an inter-city bus. For one minute, he kept stealing glances at the night’s sky.
“It’s pretty,” he thought for a moment, “Just like her.”
The shadow of his past crept up back slowly into his vacant mind, digging up every cell of his brain to let the old memories go back to the surface.
All of a sudden, he let out a small chuckle, watching how those living pictures were being vividly replayed again and again over his head. Those times where he had overjoyed himself because he thought that his scattered life was finally getting back in place.
Although soon afterwards, he just broke a sad smile while keeping his eyes shut real tight. It was undoubtedly one of the most heartbreaking smiles that people would be utterly confused, questioning him, “Why do you smile instead of crying or cursing right away?”
For he wished that tonight–just like any other beautiful nights –would pass by faster than the beating of his heart, every time he remembered her divine face by looking at the clear night’s skyline.
— page 154 of 365 // “Have you ever felt a stinging pain just by looking at something beautiful?”
