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Skinny Love
SHE WAS LOST, shuffling her feet along the endless pavement of a fading town. Her eyes were framed with moving pictures of haste- a crowd of strangers in their daily routine, dragging their dreams along with them. The sky above her head was a monochrome of gray, ready to burst into disoriented rains. It wasn't a beautiful scene. She sighed. She wasn't a beautiful scene either. She sighed more.
He was there, sipping coffee in a deserted coffee shop; taking pictures of empty tables out of boredom. The whole city resonated old acoustics, painting the atmosphere with the bluest of mementos. Outside the glass door was a deadbeat town bedaubed with colored drizzle and dark boots. It was a moving catastrophic painting, he thought. ❄
Then, he saw her. A frame covered in sweatshirt and rugged jeans. Her curls bounced on her shoulders as she looked for anything that can shield her from the upcoming cloud burst. Footsteps were inaudible. The air was wet and mute. And then, in one moment of absentmindedness, her eyes met his.
The rain poured heavy on pavements and roofs. The smell of dust rose in all corners of the shop, mingling with the aroma of boiling espresso. Door chimes clang as strangers rush to find a comfy spot in the now-crowded cafe. Open umbrellas were all that was left outside. His eyes shifted from one face to another, hoping to find what he was looking for, but to no avail.☔
"Can I sit here?"
The voice sounded surreal that it took him seconds to react. When he did, a pair of hazelnut eyes were looking at him with bewilderment. His smile froze on his lips. He was unable to breathe for almost a minute, or so he thought. He nodded his head, questioning himself if it was an obvious nod or a shy bow. She took a seat across the table, carrying in one hand, an artsy saucer holding a smoking cup, and a thick old book in the other. They exchanged glances and shy smiles, learning how to react to a stranger who seemed to be more than that. Nevertheless, it was a moment to remember.☕
After the rainshowers, one by one, the crowd dispersed into busy individuals catching up deadlines. Out of courtesy, she waved an enthusiastic goodbye. And the other did so. They parted ways, like what was expected of them. No exchange of names or random conversations, just seizing the moment up to the very last.💝
And the world of romantics knew it was love... all people knew it was love, except them.❣
And if only they would meet again...⚘
© Icy Belen Tumayao
He was there, sipping coffee in a deserted coffee shop; taking pictures of empty tables out of boredom. The whole city resonated old acoustics, painting the atmosphere with the bluest of mementos. Outside the glass door was a deadbeat town bedaubed with colored drizzle and dark boots. It was a moving catastrophic painting, he thought. ❄
Then, he saw her. A frame covered in sweatshirt and rugged jeans. Her curls bounced on her shoulders as she looked for anything that can shield her from the upcoming cloud burst. Footsteps were inaudible. The air was wet and mute. And then, in one moment of absentmindedness, her eyes met his.
The rain poured heavy on pavements and roofs. The smell of dust rose in all corners of the shop, mingling with the aroma of boiling espresso. Door chimes clang as strangers rush to find a comfy spot in the now-crowded cafe. Open umbrellas were all that was left outside. His eyes shifted from one face to another, hoping to find what he was looking for, but to no avail.☔
"Can I sit here?"
The voice sounded surreal that it took him seconds to react. When he did, a pair of hazelnut eyes were looking at him with bewilderment. His smile froze on his lips. He was unable to breathe for almost a minute, or so he thought. He nodded his head, questioning himself if it was an obvious nod or a shy bow. She took a seat across the table, carrying in one hand, an artsy saucer holding a smoking cup, and a thick old book in the other. They exchanged glances and shy smiles, learning how to react to a stranger who seemed to be more than that. Nevertheless, it was a moment to remember.☕
After the rainshowers, one by one, the crowd dispersed into busy individuals catching up deadlines. Out of courtesy, she waved an enthusiastic goodbye. And the other did so. They parted ways, like what was expected of them. No exchange of names or random conversations, just seizing the moment up to the very last.💝
And the world of romantics knew it was love... all people knew it was love, except them.❣
And if only they would meet again...⚘
© Icy Belen Tumayao
