You close the blinds with such a dignified nature that I scarcely think you belong here. Your form is highlighted in the dim lights and I can't remember you ever looking so good. The air inside the room smells stale, but I am gulping it in anyways.
"I think the air conditioner is broken" you say in your unassuming manner.
Somehow, I find this statement romantic- so, I smile back at you. You draw closer to me and I feel so insecure. I try to look away, but you refuse my desire. You give me some of your pride, like it was a gift.
"Let's turn on the radio," I whisper, wanting the sound of the radio to block out the silence.
A symphony of simplistic sounds fills the air. We watch each other as it plays on, sweat dripping down our faces.
I curse myself for feeling enchanted by you. I curse you for even giving me a second glance. Yet, my dear friend Folly eases my troubled mind.
I look on as you hum to the music. The slits of light made by the blinds lulls me into serenity. It is almost time for you to leave...
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