Him\Her

"what does it mean?"

"why does it have to mean anything at all?"

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His liquor was drenched with insomnia and fatigue. Even the insobriety of the amber fluid mocked him. The ashtray seemed fuller than his life. Clouds of smoke could be seen perfectly; their silver lining marking his journey so far. Now and then he checked his cell; kept doing it every minute until hands no longer coordinated with his brain. It was hard to make out the reason behind his unconsciousness, dopamine or her.

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"3:44 a.m."

"It's hard to differentiate between dreams and reality "

It was a beautiful morning(exceptionally beautiful for her). She grabbed her cycle as per routine and went off. Although she felt lazy, bright mornings had always managed to pull her out of her bed. Last lap: 'HIM'. Eyes meet. It was really hard to maintain her balance at that moment. Finally, he smiled. Something began, something beautiful.

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"It's strange how memories become a dream and the present isn't even worth conscious thinking.", she said to herself, falling asleep to another sleepless night; one more night wasted on him.