They are lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp and the stars of the night sky. There is a chill in the air that callously holds their weary bodies in its clutches. It floods their shadows, fills their hearts, distorts their minds. Their despair is tangible, yet, as their eyes slowly meet, they do not move.
A million thoughts flash through their minds. Their aching limbs reach out into the night air, desperately clutching at somebody that understands, somebody that knows, but there is nobody there. They yearn for somebody and, as they let their delicate, powerless bodies sink into the grass, they can but remember - how things were, how things should have been. Yet, they are here, isolated and with the troubles of this great earth upon them.
One day, with time, they will meet again. They will lie side by side in the grass, hidden from the world, under a blanket of stars. Their weary fingers will meet and they will no longer exist. She will walk through the night, her old friend far out of sight but never closer. She will step forward into the light of day with her aching heart eased by the sunrise. With that heart, she will embrace her new life. And she will know that while she may be isolated, she will never be alone.
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