We had hope as a good-bye gesture.
Blackout #35
That's it? They're a friend of mine, you know. He let it pass. He knew perfectly well how cold it was.
Blackout #34
I was born to take and never give.
Blackout #33
He began writing 'Please forgive my heart I do not mean to love you so'.
Blackout #32
She stepped soundlessly through the downcast like a lighthouse beacon.
Blackout #31
He was a shallow current in ever-tightening spirals.
Blackout #30
The carriage is her escape.
Blackout #29
Every smile was graceful and helped erase the memories.
Blackout #28
Without much feeling, without much feeling, he wondered why.
Blackout #27
He was like a black cat crossing.
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