Who Shall Put Forth on Thee - TwoSetViolin

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He should have said thank you.
Eddy has this sudden realisation until he gets into a taxi.
He waves goodbye to Brett on autopilot. The flame that has tangled in his heart for years has been completely die off. Even the ashes are swept to the deep of his memory.

He just feels pathetic.

People always say that life is predestined. The separation and reunion; sunrise and sunset; prelude and coda; even birth and death.
The difficult dilemmas are only shadows of one's weakness; the twisted plots are merely the plan of fate.

Eddy doesn't feel that he misses anything. But he can't help thinking to himself, that if everything starts all over again, would those stars tonight still be so dim and dismal？