[an encounter from the past]
Her head was quietly banging against the headboard as the bus was moving along the unconcretized road. Her eyes were barely closed, both hands lay motionless, resting on the top of her tight black jeans. He stared a moment at her left hand. He slowly closed his eyes. He tightened the grip of his knuckles. A once red crescent moon now faded into pink with an image of an eye inside it was tatooed on her. He bit his lower lip as hard as he could only to block the random images playing in his tired head. He was catching his own breath. The pink tattoo on her hand was bleeding in his broken thoughts which failed to heal his scars. He sighed. No one noticed his face becoming pale under the flourescent light.
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