Late Night Drama

She stayed up late until the sky faded into dark blue. Hoping that they’ll talk again, just like old friends. Between yawns and sips of the sugarless coffee, she waited for a message to pop on the computer screen. Breathing hopeless air and just praying for a sign that she must stop dreaming. It’s just wasn’t that easy, she thought.

After a convincing hour, there’s no message at all. Not a single one. There are bags under her eyebags. She must forget and let the morning pass. She’ll sleep with a tear on her face, as usual. She wondered how many nights were wasted on him.

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