“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The kids shout that formed a circle around two 3rd graders.
“Fight!” Gottlieb yelled.
He was always the one that was to late when a crowd was yelling something,
the lack of this social skill haunted him for the rest of his life.
‘Next time I’ll get it right.’ He told himself.
He was the spectator of a kind of fight that he would see later on in his life for a second and third time but he was unaware of that.
It was the ‘Nike Air Jordan’ kid versus the D&D dungeon master.
Who did not even get two apostrophes around his title, but none of the kids cared they were bloodthirsty midgets.
They were aimlessly throwing their fists around not landing a single hit, and name-calling each other.
And they were clearly doing their utmost best not to cry.
The fight ended in a remise and then all the kids went home.

Gottlieb was walking in a random mall where he had just bought a new pair of his favorite beige trousers.
He was there alone because his wife wouldn’t go out shopping with him,
because it made her understand what the average man was going through when they were out shopping with their wives.
As he was going down the escalator he saw a large crowd forming a circle.
His human curiosity led him to join the crowd and he made his way to the front to see what was going on.
He saw two grown ups, both holding on to a box of a unknown gaming console.
They were calling each other insulting names and kept pulling the box to their side trying to make the other one to let go.
Again the crowd wanted to see blood.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The crowd of shopper yelled.
“Fight!” Gottlieb shouted, again to late, which almost made the two fighting turn some of their anger towards him.
They called him names and the mall cop had snuck up on them and took the box from them.
He escorted them away to discuss things in private and the bloodthirsty shoppers continued to spend their wages.
And Gottlieb went to his car and drove home.

His wife called him and asked if he could pick up some pumpkins they could carve up with the kids on his way home.
And so he did, he pulled up to the supermarket close to his home and went inside.
He walked through some aisles until he got to the special stall stacked with pumpkins.
While he was checking out some pumpkins and putting the best ones in his trolley, behind him two women were arguing.
He turned around and saw the two women fighting quite violently over the last tub of extra fat (& comfy) vanilla ice cream.
Whatever that was Gottlieb thought to himself.
They were pulling each other’s hair and digging their nails into each other’s faces.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Gottlieb shouted.
He felt joy coming from the core of his being, but sadly for him there was no blood thirsty crowd to share this with.
The two women had surrounded Gottlieb and turned their anger towards him.
One of the women pulled his pants so that there was an opening between his body and his pants,
While the other poured the extra fat (& comfy) vanilla ice cream down his pants.
They shook hands now that the problem of fighting over the last sub was solved and went their separate ways.
Gottlieb was happy he had bought a new pants of trousers.

“And now we will got over to our weather man Ted Breezeicky.
Who told us he had something very special in store for us.” The announcer announced.
“Oh i’m sorry its Birdzareicky Ted Birdzareicky with the weather report.”
“Again, I apologize it’s Brzezicki”
“Ted Brzezicki”
“Weather report.”
“Now.” These were the last words the female reporter would say on live television.
Not just for her failure of reading surnames from cold countries, but because things would never be the same after this weather report.
It shouldn’t be remembered as a report either.

As the satellite in space aligned with the dish on top of the TV van parked behind the camera man Ted got ready for his weather report.
“Good morning!” He holds the ‘oo’ for quite some time until the camera man signals enough with the o’s.
“As we all know the current drought has our country in a choke hold.” And he pretends getting choked.
“Making it impossible for our farmers to grow our food.”
The camera zooms out and shows the full view of where our weather man is.
“I’m standing here at one of the largest farms in our country, that has suffered due to the drought.”
“And today I will attempt to solve the drought problem, ladies and gentlemen today I will make it rain!”
There was a silence as he was holding his big smile that went from ear to ear, expecting a comment from the studio.
But due to some technical difficulty in the favor of our reporter the studio could not speak directly back at him.
So he continued, he put on some rain boots and a rain coat and opened up his umbrella.
He walks into the dry farm land crushing the dried-out artichokes as he steps onto them with his big boots.
Having walked far enough he turns back towards the camera and takes out a stack of small cards from his coat’s pocket.
“And now I Ted Brzezicki will make it rain.” He proudly announced to the viewers at home.
Resting the umbrella on his shoulder he starts to read the cards while he looked up at the sky.

“What was today’s weather report in Mexico?”
“Chili today and hot tamale!” He laughed at his own joke which the clouds found odd.
He didn’t give up and continued his one man show.
“Two weathermen got into an accident, they both broke an arm and a leg.
And called their studio from their hospital beds about the four casts.”
He heard some strange noises above him and he continued.
“If an orchestra played in a thunderstorm, who would most likely get hit by lightning?”
“The conductor!” He was certain he heard one of them laughing.
“Mother kangaroos hate rainy days, do you know why?”
“Because when it rains the children have to play inside.”
Some of the clouds cracked.
“What is the opposite of a cold front?”
“A warm back.”
Some clouds laughed so hard tears ran down their puffy cheeks.
“What did the handsome male dew drop ask the beautiful female dew drop?”
“Want to go out and dew something”
The clouds moved their cloudy bellies up and down from laughing.
“Why did my sister cut a hole in her new umbrella?”
“Because she wanted to be able to tell when it stopped raining.”
Ted stood there under his umbrella while it rained heavily.
“There you have it, today’s report is rainy!”
“This was Ted Brzezicki, back to the studio.”

And so back to the studio it was, where the announcers were staring into the camera unable to think of anything to say.
“There you have it, today will be rainy.” One of them said.
“I sure hope none of them wet their pants.” The other add, laughing at his own joke.
The show continued with a story about the man that blew up the wall of a fast-food restaurant.
But what nobody knew, not even Ted Brzezicki was that the clouds liked the jokes so much they passed them on to other clouds.
So many clouds laughed that their tears of joy flooded the entire country.
The drought was a thing of the past but now the country suffered from great floods.
His so called weather report would be remembered as a catastrophe of biblical proportions.

The dynamite had blasted a big hole in the concrete wall.
He jumps through, right into a cloud of dust.
‘Boo-yah!’ He thought to himself.
It was pitch black and he picked the box of matches from his pocket and lit one up.
The little flame did him no good
Which was something he forgot to plan ahead for, not only was the dust getting into his lungs it was also hard to see anything.
He walked slowly, and used his hands to check for things in front of him so he wont just bump into something.
Sadly it was to difficult to find his way and he had to wait for the dust to clear.
And after some time he could see more and more of the room he had blasted his way into.
Daylight was shining in and he could see enough to walk forward.
The more he saw of the room he had violated, the more disappointed he felt.
It was completely different than what he had though it would be.
He had invaded what seemed a fast-food restaurant.
Two cashiers Were watching at him with their mouths wide open and their faces covered in dust.
They were not dead but just shocked by his grand entrance.
“Can I take your order?” One of them asked, but he ignored it.
He looked around the place and saw that there was nobody there.
Until he saw someone sitting all the way in the back.
The man was looking at him and munching on a hamburger.
“Oh, you made it.” The man said.
He walked to the booth the man was seated in.
“Take a seat, grab a burger. My treat.”
He had to admit he was quite hungry so he grabbed a burger and sat down.
“Cheeseburger with extra cheese. Am I right?” The man asked him.
He inspected the man in front of him now that he knew his favorite hamburger he wondered if he knew him.
The man was wearing a trench coat with underneath a sweater and on the table besides his plate he had a hat that matched his coat.
He couldn’t take his eyes of the man’s messy hair-do.
“Uhh yea, that’s right.” He replied and took a bite from his cheeseburger with extra cheese.
They ate their burgers and the man extended his hand and introduced himself as “Colombus.”
“Like Columbo?” And as he said that he realized who was in front of him.
“And you are?” Colombus asked him.
“Call me Johnny.” Johnny replied.
“Johnny the Demolisher.
No no, Johnny the Exploder.
Destroyer off walls.” Columbus tried giving him a good nickname but failed horribly.
“Those are no good, well the newspaper will probably give you a good nickname.”
“Newspaper what?” Johnny said.
“Don’t worry I’v already called the cops. Want another burger?” Colombus said.
The sound of sirens and squeaking tires was enough to tell them they already arrived.
Police officers barged into the fast-food joint and surrounded their booth.
“Put your hands up.”
He turns to them and puts his arms up.
The sound of the heels of fancy Italian leather shoes walking on the tile floor breaks the silence.
His fancy pants were custom made and aligned with the top shoelace hole of his fancy shoes.
“Well well well.”
Fancy pants looks straight pass Johnny, so Johnny turns to Columbus and sees he is also holding up his hands.
“Well, who do we have here.” Fancy Pants said.
“Hey Chief.” Columbus said with a big smile across his face.
“Guess I captured myself two crooks on one evening.” Fancy Pants said.
“Hold up, I called you guys and told you he’d be here.” Columbus said.
“I didn’t do it.” Johnny tried his best to make that sound believable.
“Right, and I’m Michael Jackson’s lost son.” Fancy Pants said.
Which to everyone around him was far more believable than Johnny’s attempt at the truth.
“Well, enough chitchat arrest this wall blower.” And with that Fancy pants ordered one of his police men to handcuff Johnny.
Columbus had lowered his hands and was eating some leftover cold french fries that he wished he ate when they were still warm.
“So Columbo, read to spend some time in jail with all the people you send there.” Fancy pants was clearly trying to mock Columbus.
“No, the deal is that i get to come back to work dropped now that I’v done this city a favor.”
“So you think capturing a guy that blew up a wall of a fast-food joint, that was trying to escape from a pack of wild flamingos that wanted to eat his brain.
Which were a hallucination caused by eating old-fashioned raspberry muffins that had some exotic mold on them.
And we will retract your suspension?

Remember why they want you in jail in the first place?”
Fancy Pants took a moment to breath because the color blue did not do his handsome face justice.
Columbus was pretending to have his mouth full of cold fries, so Fancy pants continued his rant.
“You flashed your private parts to the female host of a early morning news show, when she asked you if you were a morning person.”
Fancy Pants made a strong point now that he had some oxygen in his brain.
But Columbus tried his puppy eyed best to convince him to stay and talk about it.
An employee of the fast-food joint walked up to their table and put a tray down with two milkshakes and a couple of hamburgers and walked away.
“Double hamburger with extra pickles and no mayo. Right?”
Columbus presented Fancy Pants with a delicious looking hamburger.
Fancy Pants agreed he could come back to work and the two talked about things that happened to them during early mornings and flamingos until they were done eating and went their separate ways.

Johan is driving back home with a co-worker after a late night meeting.
Because he was forced to carpool by his boss, he is stuck with this guy he doesn’t like and to make things worse he’s not allowed to smoke in the car.
As the car heads towards a bridge he lights up a cigarette and the guy pulls over on the foot of the bridge.
He gets out of the driver seat and walks of to his side and tries to drag him out of the car.
During the struggle he loses his cigarette and lands face down on the sidewalk when his leg got stuck behind the curb.
After his co-worker drives away he gets up and he finds his last cigarette in the gutter, the tip still burning.
He leans against the side of the bridge and continues smoking it as if nothing had happened, staring at the buildings in front of him.
After inspecting all the stars in the sky, he throws away what is left of his cigarette.
He is left staring at the building in front of him again and his eyes are scanning it for signs of life or something else interesting enough to look at, while he thinks about how he will get home.

His eyes find an open window on the top floor and a woman dressed in nothing but air passes by it, the cold night air made her chilly and she wanted to close the window.
As she leans out of the window to close it, he sees her nude upper body and it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
She sees him standing there, looking up at her.
It resembled a moment from a typical American movie where the geeky neighborhood boy was looking at the bedroom window of the girl next door who he had a secret crush on.
She shouts at him in a language he recognizes as English but he can’t really understand the words but he knows she is angry at him.
He can’t make up anything of what she is saying and he tries to apologize as his eyes try to look away from her nude body he sees neon letters on the roof.
They spell out ‘HOTEL’ and he understands she’s a tourist and he tries to explain he is sorry for peeking and did not mean to do so.
As she keeps getting more and more upset and he starts to kneel a bit and keeps saying ‘Sorry!’ over and over again.
She keeps telling him to ‘Shoo’ and uses her hands to gesture sweeping him off the street, as if he was a stray dog howling to the moon.
He tries to apologize in his own language and explains why he was standing there, but she doesn’t understand a word he’s saying.
In the meantime she had covered herself with the curtains while she looked at him trying to explain it all.
So knowing she did not understand his language he tries it again using just his hands to draw out things just like a mime.
From the meeting coming to an end with him falling asleep, to him getting in the car with the guy he doesn’t like.
She laughs at his impressions and beckons for him to go on which looked like she was rolling a ball of yarn.
He then explains sitting in the car and someone boring driving and him really wanting to smoke a cigarette.
And than he reconstructs getting dragged out of the car and losing his cigarette in the gutter.
He then acts out smoking it again and she joins him for a smoke from her window.
He looks up at the sky and than points at the stars with both of his index fingers and then moves them to point directly at her window.
When he wants to explain how he first saw her, all he can do is stare at her and be amazed by how pretty she looked.
She smiles at him and smells her armpits he figured that meant she was about to take a shower before they met.
And as a desperate puppy he tries not to lose her and tries to tell her his heart feels weird and he would fly up to her window to meet her because he somehow feels that he can.
Even though she couldn’t understand his words she tells him to take the stairs instead and throws him the key to her room.
And even though he doesn’t understand a word of what she just said either, he hesitates for a moment but picks up the key and walks to the front of the motel.

Upon entering the motel he shows his key to the desk clerk and uses the stairs to get to the top floor.
When he gets to the door of her room he is out of breath, she opens the door before he could use they key.
He walks in and she points to the couch as she goes into the shower.
He doesn’t sit down right away but looks around the room first.
On the table before him there is a English newspaper and a paper sheet with writing on it, he can only read the lines in his language but not the English parts.
It has a couple of sentences on it so she can order food and tell the motel personnel what she needs.
On one of the chairs at the dinner table an expensive looking dress is hanging from a cloth hanger.
The window is still open and he takes a look outside.
Trying to straighten his thoughts seemed hopeless because they were running like a bunch of kids with ADHD on a sugar rush.
She taps him on the shoulder and shakes her head and points to the couch again.
As he is sits down she smiles at him and he points to himself and tells her his name ‘Johan’.
She smiles and repeats it ‘Johan’ followed by a small giggle, ‘Haley’ she tells him.
‘Haley’ He repeats and with the use of the few English words he knows, he tells her what he does for a living.
‘I count money.’ is what he uses to explain he’s an accountant.
He acts to yawn throughout most of the day and they both laugh, and she closes the window.
She grabs a blanket and pillow from the closet and puts them on the edge of the couch.
He looks at the carpet and how her feet have sunken in it and how parts of the soft hairs on her toes shine as if there was a silver layer on her skin.
She points to herself and uses her hands to act out a old wind up camera and swaps position with it and talks funny.
Then she acts to faint, they begin to laugh and she takes a seat next to him on the couch.
She begin to softly cry and rests her head on his shoulder.
He seems shocked by whats happening and how something so beautiful as her could be so sad.
After a while she wipes away her tears and kisses him on his lips and drags him to her bed.
Before he could make up what she wanted from him, she had already begun to jump up and down on the bed in just her panties and shirt.
And as if he was possessed by something else he started to sing a improvised song about jumping on a bed that she couldn’t understand.
She lands on her knees with heavy breathing she leans over to him and grabs him by his belt and drags him closer to the bed.
He kisses her this time and she raises her arms in the air and he takes off her shirt, and he is amazed by her beauty and a big smile appears on his face.
She lets herself fall onto the bed and he watches her smiling and crying at the same time, and in just a matter of seconds she falls sound asleep.
He smiles and sheds some tears too, even though he doesn’t fully understand why, he wraps her in the blanket that’s on the bed.
Together with her shirt he sleeps on the couch that night.

The next morning he woke up and saw everything was gone, her smell, the dress, the newspaper even the paper sheet.
The only thing left was a envelope on the table.
On the front she had drawn a heart with a question mark inside of it.
He opened the envelope.
Inside there was a invitation to the premier of a film called ‘Speechless‘ tonight, in which she played the leading role.
He opened the window and took a deep breath holding the invitation tightly in his fist.

It was a special day for the 4th graders of the Miss Frankenreiter’s School of Etiquette for Girls.
Today they were going on a field trip!
The location was kept a secret until their yellow school bus parked in front of a house in a residential area.
Seventy-two kids rolled out of the bus onto the front yard of the Fitzgerald Sisters Museum of Figurines.
Which was also their home.
Their collection became so big that they had to turn their house into a museum and use the money they made from it to pay back their loans.
Loans that they used to pay for more and rare figurines.
The door opened and the conjoined twin sisters were standing in the doorway and greeted the children.
“Welcome to the Fitzgerald Sisters Museum of Figurines.” Eugenia says.
“That’s us!” Helga adds.
The kids were staring at the sisters that were connected by their noses.
Their teacher instructed the children to say hello and whispered to them not to stare.
Seventy-two kids said “Hello.” and the sisters began their tour.
“We started to collect figurines right after our parents died, we found the bride & groom figurine that was on top of their wedding cake. And so our collection got started.” Eugenia explains.
“A little man and a little woman.” Helga adds.
They walked backwards through the hallway and continued talking.
“So as you will all get to see our hallway is filled with figurines of famous writers and poets.”
“We collect any made from ivory, stone, silver or gold.” Helga adds.
“Let’s go into the kitchen.”
“Follow us.” Helga adds.
The walk into the kitchen, most of the seventy-two kids are still queued up in the hallway looking at figurines of famous writers and poets in alphabetical order.
“So here we have figurines related to food or cooking.” Eugenia explains.
“Like chefs, farmers and half-fruit or vegetable half-human figurines.” Helga adds.
The kids looked at some figurines of human-like-fruits dancing with human-like-vegetables.
“That tap dancing carrot is one of our favorites in the kitchen.” Helga tells the kids.
Now we will go into our biggest and most filled room of our museum.

They step into the living room and the kids are packed inside.
“So let’s continue the tour, we have a lot more to show you kids.” Eugenia says.
“A lot more!” Helga adds.
“On this side we have figurines that portrait the last moments of famous people.” Eugenia tells the little girls.
“From TV!” Helga adds.
Teacher interrupts “This seems a bit to much for the kids to handle.”
“Don’t be silly, this is history and there is nothing more important than our history.” Eugenia tells the teacher.
“Important!” Helga adds.
They continued talking about the figurines on the shelves on the wall.
“And here we have Isadora Duncan’s last moment.
She was a famous dancer that was well known for always wearing long scarves.
And when she was driving one day her scarf got stuck in the rotor of the car and she was pulled from her seat.
It snapped her neck and her body was dragged along the cobblestone street in France.”
“Ouch!” Helga adds.
They continued on to the next figurine.
“Here we have Frank Hayes a famous jockey.
He had a fatal heart attack while he was racing, his lifeless body still crossed the finish line.
And his horse won the race, and with that he had proven the theory that the horse is much more important than the jockey.”
“Scientific!” Helga adds.
“Here we have David Grundman who died when he and a roommate were shooting cactus in the desert.
David shot a chunk out of a 26-foot-tall Saguaro cactus which was probably a 100 years old.
Unfortunately the cactus fell on him and crushed him to death.”
“Prickly!” Helga adds.
“And our personal favorite Elvis Presley. The King of Rock ‘n Roll who died on the toilet.”
“Funny!” Helga adds.
“Maybe we should move on to something else now.” The teacher almost begs the sisters.

The sisters walk to another wall and continue their tour.
“Right, so here we have some safari themed figurines.”
“Safari!” Helga adds.
“Here we see a crocodile eating a young innocent gazelle that was just getting a sip of water from the pond.”
“Munch!” Helga adds.
“Here we see an elephant crushing a jeep filled with tourists.”
“Stomp!” Helga adds.
“Oh this one’s good, here we see a lion eating a hunter. That’s what we like to call Karma.”
“Munch!” Helga adds.
The teacher tries to say something again but the sisters keep talking.
“This one shows a surfer getting eaten by a shark. Surf’s Up Dude!”
“Crunch!” Helga Adds.
“Could we see something else now.” The teacher asks.
They continue to the next part of the living room.
“Here we have some of our favorite fairy tale characters.”
“Woohoo!” Helga adds.
As the teacher looks at the wall filled with the most gruesome figurines of events that could have happened if the fairy tales turned into sad stories she feels some anger building up and it comes out as a shout.
“ENOUGH!”
The sisters are a bit shocked by her reaction.
“If you don’t like these type of things then why don’t you take a look upstairs in our bedrooms?” Eugenia says.
“Ooh La La!” Helga adds.
The teacher has had enough.
“It’s time to go back to the school girls, let’s go outside back to the bus.” She tells them while she starts to push them back into the hallway.
“Are you sure? We also have a workshop where the kids can make a figurine themselves.” Eugenia tells her.
“Pottery!” Helga adds.
But it’s not use, the teacher pushes the girls back into the bus and they drive back to the school.
As their bus leaves the street they see a tour bus turn into the street and stop at the sisters house.
The sisters stand in their front yard and greet the people coming of the bus and pose for some pictures.
Eugenia welcomes her guests “Konnichiwa.”
“Sushi!” Helga adds.

Wilbert was called a hermit by his neighbors, and they were right about that.
He sat in his favorite chair all day, it next to a small old fashioned heater that kept him warm.
The chair had been his for over fifty years, not exactly fifty but it was easier to remember it that way.
His wife and kids had left him so the only sound in the house besides his heavy breathing from smoking cigarettes all his life, was the sound of the clock hanging on the wall.
It’s ticking never irritated him because he was always somewhere else with his thoughts.
Thinking back on all the things that happened in his life, and the choices he made.
The things he missed, and the things he once loved.
Wilbert knows he has made more mistakes than he had done good things, so he spends his last days all alone.
He only gets up from his chair to make some tea or to eat something and when he goes to bed.
There is no TV in the house, and all the books he owns have already been read.
After it became dark outside and his clock ticked away enough hours, he went off to bed.

It was an early morning when he came back to his chair from getting some tea.
The house started to shake, and he heard loud noises outside and lightning striking things nearby.
His cup of tea fell to the ground and some green tea leaves got stuck to his pants.
The picture frames on the wall fell down.
Pretty much everything that could fall.
Fell.
But the clock remained on the wall and continued ticking.
The roof got pulled off his house.
His mind told his body to run to safety but his legs wouldn’t allow it.
The walls started to crumble and the wind raged through his house and picked up everything it could lift.
All the things he collected in his life time were twirling around the place where his house once stood.
He stood there in a torn apart house, next to a small wall that remained there, with a grandfather clock on it.
It struck nine times, normally when it did that he would read the news paper but today was clearly different.
He stood in the center of the tornado.
It had picked up so much sand and debris that it was hard to look through it.
He felt like sitting down but the storm had picked up his chair.
Wilbert looked at the storm that took all he had left and shed two tears, one from each eye.
Suddenly the storm revealed an opening, he squinted his eyes and looked into it.
He saw things he had already seen before, a long time ago.
The storm gave him to opportunity too look back on his life once more and see all the mistakes he had made.
And the fact he has never tried to fix them made him sad.
It was like a movie playing in between the sand and debris showing all the bad things he had done to his wife and children.
What Wilbert didn’t know was that the bank in the little town he lived in got robbed by some mobsters.
Just like Wiltbert’s belongings they got caught by the storm and eventually died, but their loot remained intact.
He heard loud noises again, which was the sound of things dropping back to the ground as the storm began to disappear.
Suddenly there was a loud bang mixed with the sound of his clock striking.
The clock did not really strike, but the heavy object that flew against it did make it sound that way.
Wilbert walked to the wreckage that was once his clock, he saw the heavy object was a bag.
He looked inside and found it was filled with money, the sun blinded him and he got up and looked around.
He understood what this meant, he could use the money to fix all of his bad decisions.
Get his wife back, and see his children again.
But Wilbert was out of luck and before the storm was completely gone it dropped a giant church bell ontop of Wilbert.
Killing him instantly.

In reality Wilbert never woke up that morning to get some tea and read the newspaper.
Wilbert died in his sleep the night before, and the storm was the last thing his brain could produce to simplify its dying.

He did get one of his wishes fulfilled, his wife and children came to see him one last time and give their forgiveness while they visited his funeral.

You really are the woman of my dreams, I could stand here forever just looking at you.
“I have had enough of this!”
You shout at me while you throw the toaster at my head, my parents gave us on our wedding day.
It doesn’t matter if you scream at me out of anger, or throw things at my head.
I still see you standing in front of me with all my love surrounding you, still as beautiful as when I fell in love with you.
“People change.. Love changes..”
You say while you smash some more plates.
The sun is shining on your soft skin, I feel my heart beating in my chest, it’s trying to come out and hug you.
Your dress is slowly swaying in the wind and your thin legs come out from under it.
I see your beautiful smile and the dimples in your cheeks.
Which I loved seeing when you smiled, but they had appeared without any smiling involved.
The corners of your eyes are twinkling.
Which turn out be tears.
“I have changed too much to be with a guy like you.”
You tell me as the sunlight gets blocked by some clouds passing by.
Suddenly you were gone and I stood there in the kitchen all alone, the sun was gone just like you.