One day, whole cities will rise like oceans between us, and their streets will forget the sound of our footsteps.
Fate will grow tired of crossing our paths, even chance will turn its face away.
And perhaps, in some unmarked hour, one heart will fall silent forever, while the other beats on, never knowing it has been left alone in the world.
And just like that, you will never know. You will never know that how much my eyes raced through those last 7 minutes of my pointless life to find a bare glimpse of you.
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