Only half her face was illuminated by the moonlight. Her violently colored lips were stuck in a static horizontal shape. Unless she smiled, her face retained a slightly annoyed, slightly bored look. It was because of this that he was constantly on the verge of breaking down whenever he was with her. He desperately wanted to erase that look on her face but he was never good with expressing himself. His past failures kept haunting him at night. All the “what ifs” and dead opportunities weighed heavy on his chest. But tonight, he was prepared. He didn't spend those sleepless nights twiddling his fingers. All that time, he had been refining his thoughts, all so he could form a connection with her.
She took out a thermos of hot coffee from her bag. “Do you know that you have the habit of just zoning out? It’s kinda rude. Am I not enough to keep your attention?” She said as her face was painted with the color of disappointment. She poured some coffee into a cup and handed it to him.
“…Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About what?” She said as she leaned on him.
“Connections.” He replied absentmindedly.
“What kind?”
“The human kind. The strongest kind.”
“You’re kidding right? There’s nothing more fragile than human bonds.” She said, sounding annoyed or so he thought.
“I disagree. There’s nothing more worthwhile in the world than sharing a connection with someone.” He could feel her sweat permeating from her clothes. Still, she didn't move.
“I never said it wasn't worthwhile. Just because something is finite doesn't mean it doesn't have any value. In fact, I think unsolved love, the kind of love that ends prematurely, is the sweetest kind.”
“It’s also the most bitter.” He said before taking a sip of coffee. It was black and quite strong. And yet he couldn't get enough of it.
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