refusing a blink, her eyes studied every contour of his face that was in fact already familiar to her. every imperfection, every scar, the incredibly unfathomable length of his lashes, the buttonness of his nose. the beguiling scent bewitching her. the repulsively alluring lips, with all of its ajar-ness. (heh)

knowing what she knew in their hearts; that it will be some time to come before they'll meet again. it has been their niat to somewhat safeguard the pure sanctity of Ramadhan; for it has never been a culture to them to meet during fasting periods and they were not planning to break that tradition.

she took a deep breath in, wishing she could somehow forbid that exact moment to simply slip past her, praying that it wouldnt be but an instance, rather encapsulated into life's memory.

his eyes opened without warning; red at the sides. quick sideway darts as if to catch her red-handedly studying him intently and then to make sense of where they were.

the time was near. the downhill slope towards her house was approaching.
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and soon enough it was all over.

those few moments had slipped them by; only now, epitomized within her.