They were about fifteen people.
She was in a Carnival.
She was with her friends.
The friends that he didn't knew. The friends he never wanted to know.
She was smiling. Having some fun.
And then he appears.
She turns around, still smiling with her friends.
She sees him and she stops.
The smile faints away.
She walks at him, or he walks at her. They don't know. Time and Space are too confusing for them.
He says it's over.
She shakes her head.
No.
No.
No. No. No. NO. NO!
It wasn't her fault although she felt it was. It wasn't he's either. (Who was it, then?)
She does not say a word. Everything is in her head, waiting to burst.
Burst into shouts, burst into tears...
Her eyes are red.
It was almost. Almost.
He looks at her.
He doesn't want to brake up too.
She looks at him and...
He leaves.
With large steps, he leaves.
Now, with large steps, he left.
She thinks, or doesn't think because she's too busy with shock to deal with time, space and feelings.
She doesn't move.
Her friends were watching.
She looked at them and they looked at her.
She turned her back at them and walked into the beach.
Everything was glowing. far away, with the lights of the diversions.
She steps the sand. It was cold. It was night. Dark night.
A music plays, in the background. It was her brake up soundtrack.
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A slight breeze came from the back.
One of her friends come closer. It was a girl. She sat next to her. Both in deep silence.
They hold hands.
After a while, another person came along. It was a boy. Taller and older then her. He sat next to her.
Then, really slowly, they had lain down. Looking at the sky. Looking at the deep, dark blue.
In the end, they all came along.
All in perfect and harmonious silence.
And they stood there. Lying next to each other. Holding hands. In the cold sand. On a deep, dark blue night. Looking at the sky with they're eyes wide open.
In a perfect, sad and harmonious silence.
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