“There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.” - Markus Zusak
We lay there with our heads hard against the concrete. The hard cold concrete. Soft music filled our ears and the city stars shone above our heads. I was being her friend in this moment and I didn't even know how I was doing it, I just was. The songs began to describe the moment even more aptly and the city stars began turning into shooting stars.
She was crying, bitterly.
I haven't seen her in this light, ever. Is this what she was like when we fought?
She sobs and repeats under her breath how terrible a person she is and I cant see how so. I want to hug her and touch her and kiss her tears away but I'm scared. I am confused and spellbound because I have never seen her so vulnerable and yet so guarded at the same time. She cradles herself in her arms against her chest as if trying to make sure she doesn't physically fall apart with every crying breath.
After a while the music sounded louder as her sobs subsided and turned into deep breaths and questions. I answered them, and she giggled. We began to talk and I noticed she wasn't looking at me, and then she did.
All those seconds and minutes and songs became a moment, one that lasted through the crying, consoling and ended in a kiss.
It was poetic and beautiful and the emotion was palpable.
She called me a career choice, she called me a muse, an idiot, she also said she hates me without any conviction in her tone or in her eyes but I knew her heart.
I could describe her in many ways but horrible isn't one of them.
'What do we do now?' she asked and answered her own question better than I ever could.
'We do what we do, we be us.'
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