Marbles | night thirty
A broken heart;
Is one beautiful poetry.
To where your part,
Achingly means to me.
How rather odd,
Our silence can fill the hurting bliss.
A painful fond;
Is the most tragic masterpiece.
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Harry: [silence]
Louis: [silence]
Harry: You're here.
Louis: [silence]
Harry: How are you?
Louis: Good, (pauses) you?
Harry: (sighs) Alright.
Louis: [silence]
Harry: [silence]
Louis: (hesitates) The usual?
Harry: (hangs head low) I want to go home.
Louis: (clears throat)
Harry: [silence]
Louis: (whispers) Everything changed.
Harry: (chuckles) Nothing changed, only you.
Louis: [silence]
Harry: [silence]
Louis: (nods) We're filled with silence now.
Harry: Odd.
Louis: [silence]
Harry: I miss you.
Louis: hmm.
Harry: [silence]
Louis: [silence]
Harry: [silence]
Louis: [silence]
Harry: You don't love me anymore, do you?
Louis: (sighs)
Harry: [silence]
Louis: I still love you.
Harry: [silence]
Louis: It's true.
Harry: [silence]
Louis: [silence]
Harry: (smiles) True? (huffs) The only thing true in here is how fake you are.
Louis: Sorry.
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Sweet Creature • larry au ✓
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