As usual, he was sitting on his bed looking out of the window. Rain was falling on to the street in big hard drops. The clouds were moving quickly. He watched.
He loved the rain. He loved the clouds. He loved the street.
After a while he tried to look away from the window. To look at something else. He tried to remember that he had things to do, plans to make, food to eat, he tried to remember that he had to get on with his life.
But for the rest of his life he sat there. Whenever the rain would stop, he keep looking to make sure it would come again.
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I stood there waiting for the sun to arrive. I had been up all night and I needed to see the sun. I waited.
My head was full of big things that were starting to hurt. Cars drove past me. I saw a cat.
All i knew as i stood there was that i had to see the sun. If i saw it, then everything would turn out OK. Everything would last and nothing would change too quickly ever again. I waited. I saw another cat. More cars drove past.
You always said that this was how i would end up. Before you left me, you said that i would be like a ghost waiting for something stupid to arrive.
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She tries very hard to read, but next door people are banging. They are banging on boxes and on ceilings and on floors and on walls. She puts the book down and stares at her legs. The banging stops and then starts. She hears shouting. Then the banging starts again.
The banging is like the heart beat of an old person, she thinks. A strong old person who will never give up.
She stands and puts her ear next to the wall. She feels the vibrations. She likes the way they are nice and real and full of force. For the rest of the day she stands there.
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He closes his eyes and puts his lips next to her ear and whispers. She listens. She tries to understand. She wants to know his secrets.
After about twenty seven seconds he has said everything that has meant anything to him. He has said everything that he’s kept inside him, that’s been held hostage inside him, and now he is empty.
A plane flies over them. The night is getting closer. They are running out of time.
He opens his eyes and stares at her ear.
It’s the most beautiful ear in the world, he thinks.
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