She met him on a late summer night.
She was talking to the moon.
He was racing down the highway.
He stopped.
She looked.
They fell.
She never would drive on his bike.
It was meant for him.
Only for him.
So she let him go his way.
Without looking back.
Maybe it was for the worse.
Maybe for the better.
The only thing she knew was that she would be standing with a straight back again.
Not lying in a bathroom.
Lost in the depth he had thrown her in.
She was who she had to be.
Strong.
He still was lost in the night.
Racing down the streets.
Like a rush of blood.
Crushing hearts till the end.
Yet he did not feel how his own was falling apart.
The plasters couldn't keep it together.
When the time comes he won't be able to pick himself up.
But until that he is rushing.
You may see him at 8:40.
Just keep your eyes wide open.
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crushing her
Short Story›a young love lost in the night‹ ✹she who's only friend is the moon.✹ ✹he who's rushing 'till the end.✹
