Into thin air

[Esta historia va traducida porque paso en otro idioma con lo bueno y lo malo de mis errores gramaticales]

We were all wet and lost. (emotionally and geographically, or is it all the same anyways?)

Had the city grew bigger as we got to knew each other?, or had this familiarity, this endless feeling that skewed us from the right path made us feel forever lost.

She was always laughing.

Then she said something. "I can't stand your sad face anymore".

We both laugh this time.

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We were heading back to the B&B. We both knew our "togetherness" was coming to an end. (Emotionally, and geographically, or is it the same anyways?)

She grabbed my hand. - Goosebumps - 

I had this feeling before, maybe in another life, but I knew her somehow.

- I don't want this to end - She said.  (Was she crying? Was the rain washing it all away?).

The gap between our faces started decreasing. She was getting closer, but not willing to make the decision.

Her lips were red, her eyes were closed, her hair all wet.

She was waiting. - And I closed my eyes - and without guilt I watched the purple sky upon us - 

The rain stoped. We still gazed into each other eyes - With a mix of happiness and regret -.  But intentions were different now.

I pulled away my face, with the strong conviction I did right. (It was too late anyway).

I will never forget the sad look on her face

As we went inside the B&b, she stoped me. And hugged me.

I have never in my life felt that lonely again. It was crushing.