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And amidst the passage of time, from 19 to 40, tea will have left its mark on me, leaving a subtle change in its wake. I find myself turning away from the intrusive light filtering through the curtains, illuminating my naked room. In this intimate space, adorned with coffee stains and the occasional dusty coughing fit, you always appear in a state of composed elegance, dressed and meticulously buttoned up, your hair pinned up in delicate circles reminiscent of a mourning widow. Like two rafts intertwined and motionless, where the ebb and flow of sound is both lost and rediscovered. Yet, there lingers a sense of apprehension within me, a realization that everything may come rushing back to haunt me in the end.
Beneath the ever-looming threat of the sky above, we find solace in each other's presence, our bodies entwined without a care for the temperamental weather outside. For in the end, it all leads towards the darkness that inevitably awaits us.