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Himself, Them and Night

As the night before, Aura reflected back on the balcony of her room accompanied by a sprinkling of stars as one of the jewels that God created to admire. Crawling far through the time niche. The memories he had stored neatly were now scattered in his mind, dancing wildly as if mocking him.

The aura of the view of the night sky is studded with millions of flickering stars above. Only this time, he would give up on a problem. Only this time.

The decision he has taken, he will not worry about what impact he will get once the decision is said on his lips. It takes courage and also stability that not a little when he chose this choice, a choice that will free him or even plunge him. Only God knows what he will get in the future.

"Hello!" greet Aura as soon as someone over there picks up the phone. The two blue virdian beads could not be separated from looking at the thousands of lights that he loved.

"Have you made a decision?" ask the guy to the point. Because he knew for sure that Aura would discuss his decision. That'sallthatis.

"We leave tomorrow" said Aura with fingers clutching tightly against the balcony railing. No matter his whitened knuckle, right now all he needed was an impingement.

"Paris," he added after not getting a response long enough. He made sure that the person he was contacting was surprised.

"Huh?" reflect on the man.

"I need peace, I want paris!" said Aura. Yes, he does need paris with all its warmth and tranquility. He must reorganize his mental and also his heart at this time.

"Well, we're going on the first flight!" said the interlocutor Aura. A wide smile seemed to be engraved on the lips of the person as soon as he found the answer he wanted.

"Yes," Aura said before unilaterally severing the current connection.

Aura looked back at the stars up there. Is it really the decision he is making right now? Will this problem be solved?

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While in another corner of the room, other god beings were also staring at the scattered stars, conversing in pseudo. He told me all his complaints, including his problems with the lover of the heart.

In his mind the young man wondered if he would forget his lover? Will he be able to do it? Only god knows.

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The night has a million secrets behind its alluring charm. Saving every strand of dreams, prayers and even curses of his admirers. At the same time in a different place two young men were fixated on gazing at the beautiful moon, the ruler of the night with a star as his servant.

Different shapes and different circumstances make the two different, but what they think is the same. The minds of both are only centered on one thing, about how they have to deal with the problems that come to the idol.

Will they give up on a story that hasn't even started yet, let alone find an end point.

The soot stared at the photo saying in his grasp before turning to the smashed phone on the nightstand next to his bed,

"When carrying away your self makes you free from the wonders of the land, then I am willing to be wanted by everyone," his ghost stared at the stars from behind the balcony window. Hoping to get a reply that sounds impossible. Come on, did he just leave an appeal to the stars to convey to the owner of the heart.

Another thing with the owner of a caramel bead that is now staring at a minimalist house in front of him. He has no intention of visiting, just wants to keep an eye out for the night. Make sure the girl's okay.

"I cannot guarantee that I will be happy to see you happy with him, but I will be more hurt if I keep you by my side which will make you hurt, dear!" he said before leaving after finding the lights in his girl's room out. He only hopes that good dreams always accompany the flower sleep.

Without the young man realizing there was another shadow observing the house, the house of the girl. The deep green eyes glowed brightly, sparkling ambition and obsession.

"We'll be together, tomorrow I'll pick you up!" the figure with a slanted smile was lightly engraved on his lips before he chose to step away from the house. The house in which the heart captivates the other side of him.

Back in the night bears witness to the love, obsessions and thrills of his admirers. Keep everything to himself, without being able to share it.