She was beautiful. She was a living sun.
I had known her for a while, we had dated a little, we were a couple since yesterday. I had always loved her.
This morning at the bar she wore violet, her colour.
We sat there and held hands, ignoring the judging old men.
«What can I get you, boys?»
«I’ll take a Coke»
«Ok, and you?»
Pensive face, the one I loved so much.
«Do you have Pepsi?»
I threw a handful of peanuts at her and left.
Sic transit amor.

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