The rays of the sun were peeping between the window pain.
The early morning breeze was embracing the sunlit room, where they both used
to spend late nights watching movies, eating pizza, making love, talking,
crying, laughing--everything. That room used to witness the love story they had
for years. And this morning, the room witnessed how she was weakened
by subconsciousness and longing.
He was headed to work and she was still asleep when he was
dressing up. Moments after, he bid her a goodbye kiss--a soft peck on her
cheek. She smiled. And in between sleep, happiness and early morning sunshine,
she whispered, I love you.
As expected, he didn't say anything back.
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