At 6th Street

Under the light of the street post at 6th Street, she waited. The tiny icy snowflakes are falling. Her hands were clasped inside the pocket of her hoodie.

"Wait for me." he said.

She affirmed.

Season's changed.

She waited then realized that he'll never come back, for he was years ago buried under the ground.



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