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I don’t remember what she said to me that day. I don’t remember what I said either. I don’t remember what made it happen, or why it happened. I don’t remember if she yelled, tears streaming from her eyes, or if she said the words with barely an ounce of emotion in her cold voice.
Whatever feelings I had are blear, whatever actions I did are a daze. Maybe I apologized a thousand times, maybe I didn’t say a word. I really don’t know anymore. I don’t remember if I cried or not.

But I do remember, on that day when another love ended, the way the light came down through the trees. It shone down from a sky that was one of the most beautiful skies I had ever seen. The colors of the mid-sunset (or was it mid-sunrise?) romanced each other. The clouds were adorned with silver and golden linings.
It was the type of sky that wordlessly invited you to join, with its rendezvous of hues and kisses of dim stars.
I thought to myself, as I walked away from the scene, my eyes looking at where my next footstep would be,
“Another wasted sky”

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J. M. Kauftheil

Malone

Very nice. I love the MCs lack of memory. It really adds a wonderful dimension to this piece and gives a lot of depth into his personality with very few words. I feel like I know this guy, like he's me. Which I guess is pretty awful, considering he doesn't seem to be much of a "winner."

I love the he does remember the sky, in such detail. I love the idea of it being wasted, although it feels familiar...but I can't place it so I'll credit it to you as original. I think the "silver and golden linings" bit felt cliched and trite when compared to the rest of this. That's the only complaint I have.

Good stuff. I'm enjoying all your stuff so far.