Afternoon Hues

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It was afternoon, and the colors of the sunset danced with the blues of a darkening sky.

“Why are you still with her? She always ditches you last minute. She never replies when you need her to. Heck, she just met up with her ex yesterday. Why the hell do you torture yourself like that?”

At my last question, he stopped walking and turned to look out towards the creeping rush hour traffic. A slow smile crept on his tired face, and he replied in a tone as warm as the orange hues of the horizon.

“Because I love her.”

And with that, he continued walking.

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Image source: facebook.com/eonios
First written December 12, 2017.
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