She left residues of the shot. Forgot to be careful as flight to Venice waited her. She was not she used to be. She no longer a painseeker. Ticket already in the backpack. All the bricks were break.
But not the disguise. On the passenger seat she saw her own reflection by accident. The passion in a cheap-o-hotel, up on the hills. The touch of love from the blue eyes. She’s into what she was made of, the dreams.
“Sorry to disturb your silent, my dear. You forgot your wrinkles. Here.”
"Thank you", he already knew, she thought.
Into a deep sea she went to cure the cause. Clearing to the masses. The wave of happiness gave her a smile.
One wish she declared, “I hope you’re good. I really do.”
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