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We walked hand in hand,

The sun could be seen setting far among the trees,

The road was lonely,

It was as if the people had enough of the day, and were not willing to toil anymore,

the town looked deserted and dull, almost unfamiliar,

it made the air even colder,

and our footsteps even louder.



We were walking to the sea,

it was a few minutes from her house, on foot,

there was a gentle breeze coming in, sweeping the dust along with it, carelessly,

suddenly we were quiet,

after speaking for long hours all day, it was as if even we got tired like the people around us,

only that we had the strength to walk.



I could now see the sea in the distance,

it was all downhill from where we were,

but this vast expanse of water looked calm, almost lifeless,

I could make out the absence of waves,

and that of people along the shore,

it looked more like a lake, quiet and shy,

thrown across some land where no one wanted to live,

a sheet of clear glass, stretched as far as I could see,

determined to remain as it was.



And suddenly I felt it sadness,

the absence of fun, and mirth, and laughter,

the absence of life,

the overwheliming silence seemed louder than anything I tried to ask her,

I wondered if this is how everything ends,

with life at the start, and then death even before it actually comes,

like a town bustling during the day,

and then lying dead like this,

maybe yes,

I gripped her hand even harder,

I wanted to live.