"Do not leave! Stay here"
She heard those whispers repeated and again.
She looked at the lips moving with the words, dry and trembling. She looked at the eyes and witnessed a plea within them. She touched the drop of sweat on the frowning forehead and pulled herself away.
"Why should I stay? why not go on the journey and experience those time zones. Why not dance with every melody heard, and play in every field of greens; hold the golden sand with my hands, and kiss the golden leaves of Autumn. Why not just be free? why is it difficult to let go, and easy to hold on. Staying chained to the same heartbeat, and the same memory?"
She looked at that face, smiled and left...
Words heard from behind the closing door
"Mirror, I'm going to be late?"
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