The sky still cast its glum illumination through the scenery of an anthropogenic jungle, crafted from bleak concrete and cracking asphalt. It was beautifully consistent in its dark intensity, bright dots, the light of long dead stars, to loosen up the blackness of a soft veil, folded around their part of the northern hemisphere. A transition from atramentaceous black into a hue, which settled to be defined between gloomy blue and monotonous gray was bound to commence soon enough, in the early stages of a new day. earlier than the usual closing time – two in the morning, the last night owls on their peregrination to their warm bed and cozy duvets.
She was one of the last to exit the establishment, doused in neon lights of a kaleidoscope’s colorful variety. A short glance over her shoulder directed cold irises toward the silhouette of a man, her brow furrowed, before focus retreated toward the nocturnal firmament, though her attention was now his. Even if just for the single beat of a heart lost at sea. “Sorry, we’re closed.”
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