In the beautiful Edwardian style was written Both the strangers sighed, looked at the stars, and there was hope and there were dreams in the eyes of both. On the other side of the town, the other girl was looking for her journal, her lost and unfinished journal. She closed the journal and went out on the balcony. She shrugged in the dim light and reached for the pen and jotted down something too in the journal and she almost finished it. Struggling through the turmoil of emotions, not realizing the time, it was almost midnight, the journal was almost complete, and the barista was almost in love with her life again. A lot she absorbed, a lot she imbibed, sometimes she paused, sometimes she paced, sometimes she teared up, sometimes she smiled, sometimes her heart raced, sometimes it almost stopped. Tossing and turning in the bed, she flipped through the journal pages and found herself reading between the lines. Later in the evening, engrossed in her numbed thoughts and fighting her own daemons, in the warm cozy bed, the barista opened the journal left behind by the girl in the coffee shop. She got up, paid off her bill, grabbed her bag, smiled bleakly, and walked away not realizing that she left behind her coffee and her journal- both unfinished. She looked at her watch, it was time for her to leave, it was the last train for the day. For a moment, she forgot where she was and what she was doing? Her eyes radiated with the hope of something and her coffee was already cold like always.

She wrote as if the world around her ceased to exist. She pulled an old brown leather journal and a pen and started to ink down her mind. Her hands moved delicately from her coffee mug towards her bag. She emanated fragility in her every move and spoke perfection through her eyes. There was some kind of apparent calmness and settlement in her aura.

Something in her was concealed yet quite notable. Her eyes were the colour of the autumn that spoke the same language as that of something dying yet eloquently beautiful. The only thing that flaunted her being alive was her occasional sipping from the mug.

The dying light only prompt is open