“What do you do at 3 am, when no ones around to hear your thoughts?” She said gently, staring at the night sky through the dimly lit window. “I drink, and drink. And when I’ve had enough, I go through all the quotes, and excerpts I’ve written down in my notebook, the ones I’ve found throughout the past years, and I think of her.” He said, taking another sip from his whiskey-filled flask. “Why do you think of her?” She gazed at him, looking puzzled, yet interested in what he was about to say next. “Because, she was the one. The one that I thought I could never fall out of love with. Her dazzling eyes, the way her stare pierced your heart. Her voice, how soothing it sounded, like a lullaby putting you to sleep. She was everything, and so much more…” He stood up, and stepped closer towards the window and stared at the night sky. “And what happened?” She stared with endearing eyes. She knew she shouldn’t but she fell in love with his tragedy. “I forgot, that everyone has a side to them that no one should never witness, and the side that she revealed was one that can truly cause a tragedy.”
— M.J // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2 (via @curiosity-is-key)
