Some things left unsaid

It was your immaculate voice which made me feel your presence around me. In blink of a second I was parellel to one of the most exquisite pair of eyes, I've seen hiding behind a pair of metalic black framed glasses. They were loud, vivacaious, anxious, trying to cry aloud; talking more than herself. Face so blank, so pale, but dazzling at the same time. Hair so messed up, parched, but glowing in the light bouncing from the wall. So lively, so colossal, so freezing was her presence. Both of this bodies knew each other, but refused to wave across. So distitute was our relationship, tied under a link of conversation on the messenger. Though it was a vulgar act we both followed, but it was a jubilant thing to experience, keeping our identities hidden to the teasing society. So solemn, so tiny, so mysterious was this relationship.

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