Midnight's Serenity
- The Starving Artist
- Jan 11, 2019
- 1 min read

Darkest night cloaks the town with pin-dropped silence. Empty bodies roamed the concrete roads, walking aimlessly with no destination. He stared at my hands to see how I was feeling, I was anxious. My hands shaking with each passing minute. I couldn't take this.
The silence was deafening.
I entwined my hands with his as we walked through the forgotten. We were judged. A couple in love. Ugly strangers in the eyes who were against us. Disgusting, shameful to the people living in the world of close mindedness and hatred. Tossed aside like we weren't even human.
Yes, society has built this wall. 'Love is love' I often repeated to myself, but my opinion doesn't matter to these bastards, all they want was money.
"You alright?" he asked me
I often lied whenever possible to protect him from my problems,
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Hah, as if that's convincing." We stopped between the street's intersection before he continued, "the constant lying is exhausting to hear by now. Instead, just let me in and tell me what's wrong."
"You already know the answer to that."
He released a heavy sigh.
His eyes were like a cloudy grey sky, they felt cold to hold contact with such eyes. But they seemed to only seemed to only carry a slight warmth when focused on my pale blue optics. I loved this man in front of me, for so many years I have.
This giving me the reason to build walls and keep my problems to myself...
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