YEJI POV:

I was waiting for you in this café in Paris, I'm sitting, I look at the window, I see you arriving by taxi. You were beautiful but this time I didn't tell you.

There were two of us at the table but so alone in our minds. You order a coffee and I do the same, you light your last cigarette in front of me at the end of your lips I don't know what to say to you, or how to explain it, I don't want anything of you in my life, but my heart wants to keep you.

It's boring to think that tomorrow, I'll wake up alone with a few fewer dreams No, I can't stand it but I'm firm. In my eyes, ready to say goodbye.

We look into each other's eyes through the smoke. Until your last breath crashes into the ashtray.

All that will remain for me is a few photos of you and a trace of lipstick on a cigarette.

In my mouth I have a nasty bitter taste , maybe I should catch up with you I'm able to say "mmh, it doesn't matter" I have to tell myself that deep down, everything is over. Why do I still tell myself that I would go to your place to get my clothes?

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