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the eastern lights look down at us, and I smile back at him
his hand is in mine and I can feel his pulse
rhythmical
musical
magical
the same beat as mine, and we're intertwined
together
the eastern lights look down at us
and we're happy
together
The lights were blaring. The noises, deafening.
He had seconds left to live and he knew it, but he continued to kiss me into the night.
We stayed together, hand in hand until the lights were blinding.
He died in my arms.
The police questioned me instead.