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Fireworks // A Short Story // 2 of 4

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You brought me here tonight. I thought you were so romantic. We watched the fireworks together, holding hands. Then we watched the funfair; all those people, having fun, laughing, screaming. But something was wrong. I could tell: it was the way you couldn't look at me, but just kept staring into the lights.

 

"What is it?" I said. "What's wrong?"

 

"You know, don't you?" you replied at last.

 

"Um… are those lights giving you a headache? Do you wanna go home and –"

 

"No," you said. "No, I don't. Look, it's – it's not working. This whole thing. You and me. It's not working out for me."

 

// continued //

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Taken on November 4, 2006