So all I really wanted was to run away.
And for you to come with me.
No looking back.
No goodbyes.
We could look into each other's eyes.
And disappear together.
Someday, we will just be stars in the sky. We will just be empty space. Someday, we will stop being nobodys and become nothing. Someday we will be stories, we will be words. Someday, nobody will remember what we looked like. Someday, all of our photographs will fade away. Someday, it will be as though we never existed.
(But we did. And we did it well.)
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