I denied everything.
The best friend he could have had... and today, he returns to her.
“Look at him, so near and yet so distant. It is no longer her hair, a leafy sunset.”
He loved his winters;
her smile e-n-t-r-e-e-pa-peeled in silver,
agate eyes
and the catlike gait.
Breathe, it's her, it's her! -mutters something or someone in your head.
The atmosphere is so cold and not only because it had rained; the boys were hoarding jackets while the aunts were hoarding cigarettes.
And again, her.
Looking sensational in a black satin dress. The bare shoulders, collarbones of framed brunette edge...
Did she look perfect? It was her, not a jacket.
So palpable that, again, his day turned into dark gose -with its only rose-, to undress him with the moon and, between dreams, to snatch the whole night from him.
Photographers: PJ Wang
