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𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 ; ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ 𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺 ˎˊ˗
The starts are unclear but the firework above my shivering body are unbelievably visible and mocking up my fucked heart. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You could say I’m simply jumpy, but I’d rather not assume; because it’s the person next to me. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It was only the two of us.
The rest made their way inside, to go to sleep. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Fireworks fascinate me beyond excessive measures, for this reason, I have no desire to return to the indoors anytime soon. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But I could only assume they captured 𝙝𝙞𝙨 attention as well. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Another firework erupts into bright vibrant colors as I lay back onto the grass with a pounding heart, beautiful.
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How could something simply explode and become so perfect and dangerous at the same time. To convince me that a few of the sparks will ignite a flame somewhere upon my body; but it’s the magic within the art of explosives that makes it feel so. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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As tuned into the light show as I was, I hadn’t noticed that he’d stood up and sat down at my side. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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For I was no longer watching the fireworks, celebrating our nations anniversary. I was now staring into the deep eyes of a particular boy, whose eyes bore back into mine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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"Why all the glitter and black?" He asks, gesturing to the thousands of golden specks messily surrounding each eye. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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My lips form a grin, as much as I’d wish them not, "We deserve something different than the normal shit. Like colorful face paint, or the festival style outfits."
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For I’m clothed in nothing more than a black top and also a pair of golden flowy shorts. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I could see where he’d be confused.
I shouldn’t be wearing black on such a special day. Although it celebrates freedom. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He looks away and smiles. "I’ve never heard that before...Do you 𝙩𝙧𝙮 to be different?"
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I shake my head, "It just happens. Is there something 𝙗𝙖𝙙 about it?" I know his reply, but I won’t let him go without the satisfaction of saying it aloud. [...]
