He was still hearing those voices in his head when he arrived to the plaza. He believed going out might help. It didn’t, but at least it didn’t…
I know this table. This floor. All of them I know too well. Or I knew.
I guess that the most pressing image I still carry of you is your hair. Beautifully messy, golden, and incomparable to anything I had ever seen, or…
And while awaiting what ought to have happened between you and him, you stared into his eyes, realizing you would never be able to kiss him.