Twilight approached the
corners of the city, darkness reached out for the tops of the skyline. We sat
drinking forties out of paper bags in a park atop the biggest hill we could
find. Neither of us lived here but it is hard not to feel yourself become part
of all this commotion when you are sinking into the damp grass and watching the
city preparing itself for a late night out. You wanted to rest your head on my
shoulder, I could tell, but you didn’t. I wanted to run my fingers through your
hair. I don’t think you were able to tell. The small freckles on your summer
skin began to fade away as the neon kicked in down in the distance. We finished
our drinks and found the trashcan. You nudged me as we walked away, a playful
smile on your face. I was electricity. You said we should grab something to
eat. I was so happy.
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