Noir Story

NOIR STORY

There are days in the year that feel unbelonging, like they cannot fit into summer or autumn. Not rejected but instead superior to any season. The ones you would feel regret to have missed out on.
SHE WAS LIKE ONE OF THOSE DAYS
When she leaves me all else feels either too much or not enough. But she’d never be truly gone, you see.
It always rains when she comes back, with conniving eyes and a smile not reminiscent of happiness. Drawing me back while the voice of reason and sanity is lost in my head.
She’s bad news, that voice would say. But it’s always the bad ones that stand out in a story, always those that give you a thrill and leave you desperate. There is no heroes in real life and there’s too few happy endings to count for much. We are just caught in a series of prisons of their own constructions, and sometimes we have short escapes.
SO WHAT IF SHE’LL BE MINE?
I don’t push selfish expectations of her thinking the same of me.
She may care for me for a while but she’ll always go back to what matters most – her. Of course, I’ll do the same. I’ll always go back to what matters most – her.
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