Life's a weird things. At times it feels so long as if this time is never going to end and sometimes it feels so fast as if you just blinked and the morning turned to night. Time and Life are both a funny thing they sometimes are so fast and sometimes so slow. That day was one of those days that you loved those bright sunny days with a lot of clouds flowing around, those days when the wind is cool. I still remember that day vividly we both were lying under that tree the wind was nice. Your hair blowing with the breeze as you turned to look at me and just like that they fell on your face. I had brushed away those hairs from your face and just like that the memory which we both shared ended.
Today, sitting here looking at you in front of me makes me wonder how did it comes to this? When I was younger I did not even think that day like this would come when we both would be sitting next to each other like this drinking tea and chatting the only difference if I would have to say is that my chair is a bit higher than yours which makes it look like I'm looking down on you but of course you don't mind I know.
You looked pale. Your head resting in the table. Your hair getting wet by the red liquid spilt on the table yet you looked so peaceful with your eyes closed as if sleeping. Little did you know that you would never open them again. The beautiful moon light you loved fell on your face.
The room once very pretty now appeared to be destroyed. The blood dropped from the wall , the furniture broken, glass shattered lay on the floor. We both sitting around a table drinking tea I wonder where it went wrong? But it's too late too worry about that now. A tea party of two people the only difference is one is alive and one is dead. One is killed and the other is a killer. Yet so many things binding them as if a curse itself. The stars looked down on them as the moon lit the room. A story unfolded yet again as the curtains closed hiding one and highlighting other.
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